"Lin Chen, this report must be handed in before get off work today. The group is waiting to ask for it, so don't delay it."
A sharp and impatient voice came from above my head, pulling me back from my empty thoughts. I raised my head and faced the manager Zhang Wei's face with "I am your father" written all over it.
I cursed in my heart, but managed to put on a smile on my face: "Okay, Manager Zhang, we'll do it right away."
Zhang Wei said "hmm", turned his nostrils upward, and walked back to his independent office with his hands behind his back. My colleague next to me, Li Hao, looked over and whispered: "Are you given extra work again? Isn't this report required only next week?"
"Who knows what's going on with him." I sighed, rubbed my sore eyes, and looked back at the computer screen.
This day is really life without any hope. Every day I take the subway during the morning rush hour, come to the company and deal with a bunch of bad data, deal with stupid bosses and co-workers, and earn a salary that means I can't even make a fortune even if I'm hungry. Sometimes I really wonder what people want in life.
Just when I was looking at the Excel table on the screen and felt that my eyeballs were about to turn into two spinning chrysanthemums, something strange happened.
Zhang Wei's chubby figure had just disappeared from the door of the office. On the computer screen in front of me, on the glass partition representing his office, a light blue message box appeared suddenly, like an information box found in a game.
Zhang Wei's office
[Remarks: A cage used by a self-righteous fat man to show his status. The most valuable thing in it is the bottle of fake Maotai.
I blinked, thinking I was dazzled by working too much overtime.
