"The company thanks you for your efforts over the years..." Zhang Wei began to read the words he had heard countless times.
He didn't hear a word of it. He only saw a bird outside the window, sitting on the outside of the air conditioner, pecked its feathers, and then flew away.
"Mr. Lin?" Zhang Wei's voice pulled him back, "Do you have any ideas?"
He glanced down at the numbers on the agreement. N+3, based on the upper limit, can last for half a year.
"I..." He opened his mouth, his throat felt like it had been sandpapered, "I need time to think about it."
