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The head of security turned pale as he heard this, beads of cold sweat rolling down his face. With a thud, he dropped to his knees and pleaded desperately, "Young Master Tang, you have a magnanimous heart. Please spare me this time... My family depends on me—an eighty-year-old mother at home, and a baby who isn't even a year old yet. We all survive on this job of mine..."
The security head at the Han Tang Pavilion Hotel enjoys decent benefits—food, lodging, a monthly salary of five to six thousand yuan, plus insurance and welfare, almost rivaling a civil servant's perks. Losing this job and trying to find another one would be very difficult.
Tang Wenjun wasn't an unfeeling boss. Hearing the security head plead like this, he hesitated and glanced toward Yan Xiaobao. "Brother Bao, what do you think..."
"He didn't insult my Wife Tiantian. It's up to you," Yan Xiaobao pointed at the two other women. "But they insulted my Wife Tiantian. You handle them as you see fit."
