I happened to glance out the window.There was a figure in a delivery uniform, face weary, who was organizing food boxes by the roadside. Something about him looked familiar.It was Henry.He noticed me too and saw Mark’s familiar face through the car window.He froze completely, dropping the food boxes he was holding. Soup spilled across the ground.He hesitated for a long moment, his eyes filled with struggle, shame, and despair.Finally, he abandoned his electric bike and ran toward us, desperately pounding on the car window.“Sam! Mr. Miller!”His posture was pitiful.“Please give me a chance! I’ll endure any hardship! I’ll even sweep your floors!”Mark frowned, disgust written across his face. Nancy and the others looked on, stunned.I rolled down the window and looked at him calmly.There was a sour, sweaty smell about him, and his hair was greasy. Gone was the confident manager I once knew.“Didn’t you once say that we’re a logistics company, and we rely on strength
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