It's like this again!
It's like this every day!
When will it ever end?!
Does the boss ever stop?!!!
Zhao Shuai stood at the door, absolutely refusing to step further inside. The rolling door was halfway down when he called Tang Ji from the doorway, "Uncle, be honest with me, shouldn't you give me a raise this month? Wouldn't you feel guilty if you don't add a janitor's salary for me?"
On the other hand, Tang Ji was still lazing in bed, not the diligent type of boss.
At hearing this, he immediately sat up and yelled back, "Give you a raise?!"
He was utterly incredulous, his voice raised so high that even without speakerphone, Zhao Shuai could hear him loud and clear, "Little Shuai, let me tell you, look at those damage reports from the past few days, huh! On average, every day I'm losing a couple of sheets of Xuan paper, a few brushes, and various other items. And they are all crushed, scratched, or whatever! Come on, you tell me, tell me!"
