On the day I went to experience life at my family's company, HR told me to put on a super short skirt and dance for a client:
"Pick one that's 30 centimeters long. No shorts underneath. Give the client something to enjoy."
I frowned and refused, but HR Li Xuewei immediately started yelling:
"The company needs to grow. You're part of the company. What's wrong with contributing a little more?"
"Besides, the client is rich. What if he takes a liking to you? Then you'd have yourself a wealthy sugar daddy."
I ignored her completely, silently made a note of it, and planned to fire her in a couple of days.
The next day, when she saw I still hadn't changed into the short skirt, she handed me my performance review and sighed insincerely:
"Your entire performance score has been docked. You're just a stinking wage slave, and this is what happens when you don't know your place."
"Also, go to the banquet hall and keep the client company while he drinks. Dress more revealingly. I'm giving you a second chance, so make the most of it."
I laughed in disbelief, took the super short skirt she'd given me, and set it on fire.
As she glared at me in fury, I said scornfully:
"We're both wage slaves, and you're sympathizing with the boss now?"
She looked smug. "Unlike you, I'm not some lowly wage slave. My husband is Huo Chenyu!"
I froze.
How had the low-status live-in son-in-law of my family become her husband?
