The senior manager immediately grew more excited in his heart, and directly pointed his finger at Wu Jian and the gang leaders, loudly scolding, "Don't just stand there foolishly! A few of you come out and tell me properly, what exactly is going on?!"
"Come out! Come out!" Behind this senior manager, the representative of another senior manager, and even more senior managers and their subordinates, all began to laugh loudly, as if provoking them, pointing at the noses of the middle-level managers and mocking them loudly.
This was clearly a taunt, a taunt from these senior managers to these middle-level managers.
"You are the traitors! You damnable guys are the ones with the remnants of the Diesel Company! Don't think I don't know, you're slandering us right now!" Instantly, the leaders among those middle-level managers were provoked.
They were inherently a relatively united group of brothers, having long considered everyone else as part of their collective, and also possessed a cohesion formed by their strong execution and organizational abilities.
Therefore, when the senior managers told them that there must be remnants of the Diesel Company among the middle-level managers, and that they were traitors, they naturally couldn't tolerate it.
At this moment, they were completely unable to make calm analysis and judgment; one by one, they immediately glared with wide eyes, picked up the weapons in their hands, and began cursing at the senior managers who were only about 5 meters away.
At this moment, they suddenly reverted to the standoff they had in the daytime, and compared to the daytime, they were even more enraged now, due to the verbal conflicts and the groundwork laid during the day.
They couldn't help but be angry, because when these senior managers slandered them, this group of middle-level managers, as remnants of the Diesel Company, or as protectors of the Diesel Company's remnants, the conflict became irreconcilable.
Especially with so many people on the other side, armed and approaching them, demanding they hand over the remnants of the Diesel Company at every turn—this already implied that the senior managers had dumped the dirty water of the Diesel Company's remnants onto them, pinning this blame on their heads.
If they really allowed these senior managers to enter their territory to search for the remnants of the Diesel Company.
If nothing was found, it would be fine; they could still refute it.
But if something was truly found, wouldn't it confirm that these middle-level managers were secretly harboring the remnants of the Diesel Company, making them traitors within Deherim, and betraying the trust of Master Shen Mu, a betrayal of Master Shen Mu's spiritual realm inheritance for them?
Moreover, seeing the other side's overwhelming numbers, arrogance, and even excited faces, these middle-level managers didn't dare to gamble.
They were all a bit nervous now; although they still appeared to be loudly scolding and cursing these senior managers for slander, seeing the other side's intention to arrest people, they had already grown suspicious.
Were there really remnants of the Diesel Company among their own people?
If they truly lost the gamble, they would absolutely be devastated, completely trampled underfoot by those senior managers, unable to break free.
They would be severely dealt with by those senior managers for the rest of their lives, and even if they left the education system, they would be treated as villains.
Because the Diesel Company was truly the absolute enemy of Deherim; even if the Diesel Company had been annihilated, even if only some remnants remained, for Deherim, since they had personally destroyed this force, they could only define this force as an absolute enemy.
They were a class of enemies with whom relations could absolutely not be reconciled.
After all, who would shake hands and make peace with their father's murderer? This was absolutely impossible.
Moreover, for Deherim, it was no longer just the level of a father's murderer; it was a complete uprooting, severing the future of those who originally enjoyed a superior life in the Diesel Company.
Now, their relationship with these remnants of the Diesel Company was even more about rooting them out; they had to thoroughly kill off the remnants of the Diesel Company.
And if they didn't kill these remnants of the Diesel Company, they wouldn't feel at ease.
After all, who knew if those remnants of the Diesel Company wouldn't stab them in the back in secret? Or even launch a sneak attack, or betray them at a critical moment, or harbor deep hatred during their long lives, feigning flattery, climbing to high positions, and then betraying them at a crucial moment?
No one dared to gamble, no one could gamble, and no one needed to gamble.
After all, Deherim now held the mainstream and an absolute advantage; as long as they found the remnants of the Diesel Company, killed them all, slaughtered them completely, and even made the deeply hidden remnants of the Diesel Company fearful and timid, that would be enough.
There's no problem that killing can't solve; if it can't be solved, then kill a few more.
These senior managers now held this view: as long as all these middle-level managers were killed, and Zhang Caidong and Zhang Bo were completely isolated, then their own small circle would be able to seize absolute power.
By then, having sidelined Zhang Caidong and Zhang Bo, and actively contacted Master Shen Mu, wouldn't they be able to represent the Blue Star Humans and conduct more discussions with the Human Race Empire behind Master Shen Mu?
If there was an opportunity, perhaps he could also obtain an investment like Deherim; by then, he would be completely rich, his power would become immense, and he would reach the pinnacle of life.
Just thinking about this made these senior managers incredibly excited, and Zhou Mo was so agitated that his hands were trembling.
"Yes, that's it! Everyone, mock them together and blow this matter up.
As long as they're put in a position where they can't back down, it'll be a great excuse for us.
We can even negotiate with the leaders of those middle-level managers, or hold a secret round table meeting, manipulate things behind the scenes, and divide the credit for the 'remnants of the Diesel Company' on paper.
But in reality, we'll secretly strike, directly wiping them all out, killing all their leaders and turning them into headless flies." Zhou Mo turned to the several senior managers he had good relations with and spoke.
"Understood." These senior managers immediately caught on, then turned back to the middle-level managers and mocked them loudly, saying things that directly hit a nerve, implying that these middle-level managers were the ones involved with the remnants of the Diesel Company.
This further provoked an extremely angry retaliation from the middle-level managers, who one by one began to raise their weapons, shouting hysterically and with tearing voices, looking at the senior managers with extreme fury in their hearts.
Their faces were distorted, as if they had suffered a great injustice that they couldn't explain, and could only express their inner indignation with angry emotions and expressions.
But what the senior managers wanted was precisely this effect; as long as the other party fell into the crisis of self-justification, then they would have no choice but to self-justify.
At that point, no matter what they said, they would have to self-justify, and self-justification would require various reasons and genuine evidence.
But for a person, how can they provide genuine evidence, unless it's something they've truly experienced?
However, as long as they've truly experienced it and fall into a self-justification crisis, there will be loopholes.
As long as they attack them little by little along those loopholes, they will become flustered, unable to prove their reasons and genuine evidence, and will then fall deeper into the predicament of self-justification, only to be slaughtered like fish on a chopping board.
The way these policy managers are now conducting internal investigations due to their guilty conscience further corroborates that they have fallen into the trap of self-justification and can no longer continue to verbally accuse these senior managers.
"Alright, alright, stop talking, quiet down and let me speak." At this moment, seeing the middle-level managers in a furious uproar, Zhou Mo's face showed a mocking smile.
He actively pushed aside the senior managers protecting him and came to the very front, simultaneously looking up at Wu Jian, the head leader under the protection of the middle-level managers.
He pointed his hand towards him: "I know you, Wu Jian.
You are a very capable fellow, highly competent, and deeply trusted by others.
If possible, I don't want to argue with you all right now.
We are all following what Big Brother Zhang Bo said and obeying Master Shen Mu's command to pursue and find the remnants of the Diesel Company—this great and glorious mission.
Arguing with you now is pointless.
If possible, I'd like to have a good talk with you."
"Talk about what? You damnable guys, you slanderous guys, what's there to talk about?" But before Wu Jian could speak, the completely enraged middle-level manager leaders behind him pointed at Zhou Mo and cursed, "Don't think we don't know your character, your mentality.
Before, when we came to you for approval on some matters, you kept dragging your feet.
If we didn't give you benefits, you wouldn't process them for us.
Now that we're united here, you say you want to talk to us?
Back then, when we came to you to talk, we pleaded so hard, and you still wouldn't approve us.
Do you think we'll appreciate you now?"
"Exactly, Zhou Mo, you surnamed Zhou, we suffered a lot under you back then.
Now you say you want to negotiate with us?
Where in the world is there such a good thing?
Don't think we don't know what schemes you have in your heart.
And you're an old fox to begin with; we simply won't trust you." The other middle-level manager leaders also nodded in agreement.
At that time, Zhou Mo was a member of the temporary convoy within the Diesel Company, and he was also responsible for the management of outsourced temporary workers.
This included selecting temporary workers and finding some Blue Star Humans who could be trained as temporary workers among the Blue Star Humans.
At that time, although his power was not great, it was considered significant among the Blue Star Humans within the Diesel Company's system.
And many of these Blue Star Humans knew Zhou Mo, which led to many frictions that have now become irreconcilable.
Coupled with their current unity and the formation of their own loyalist faction of middle-level managers against Zhou Mo and these senior managers, how could they willingly negotiate with Zhou Mo?
It seemed that Zhou Mo had clearly realized that they had united, preventing him from entering their pilot area and from catching the remnants of the Diesel Company, so they were actually quite pleased now.
As long as they, these people, blocked them here and prevented them from entering their area to search for the remnants of the Diesel Company, then in such a stalemate, these senior managers would not be able to complete the task assigned by Master Shen Mu, and thus would not be able to gain merit.
In that case, everyone being stuck in a stalemate here was, of course, no problem.
"Wu Jian, aren't you going to speak properly now? I think we can talk.
Some things cannot be solved by resisting here.
We are for Deherim, for the future of Deherim, and for Master Shen Mu's earnest expectations for us." Zhou Mo looked at the middle-level manager leaders, who were clearly provoked and boiling with anger, and a more disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He stared directly at the expressionless Wu Jian in the center, extending his hand and pointing at him, saying, "You always say you are loyalist, loyal managers.
Then now I want to ask you, we are for Deherim, for Master Shen Mu, but what exactly are you like this for?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-level managers on Wu Jian's side and around him, who had been grinning, feeling they had the upper hand by preventing the senior managers from entering their territory to search and complete the mission to gain merit, fell silent.
Because this statement was too profound, so profound that they couldn't answer it.
This was already a matter of political correctness for Deherim, and it was a very righteous, very reasonable, grand, truthful, and righteous statement.
"Alright, I think we can talk." Wu Jian slightly pursed his lips at this moment, slowly raised his right hand, signaling his brothers around him to stop cursing.
Then, as these middle-level managers saw his gesture, they all quieted down.
Wu Jian walked forward. (End of this chapter)