"Lin Fan, your performance this month is at the bottom again. My small shop cannot afford to support idle people."
Manager Wang Haitao slammed a report on the table, and his spit almost hit Lin Fan's face.
"I'll pay you a basic salary this month. Pack up your things and leave. Don't take up space here."
I felt very angry. Damn it, this old boy is just looking for trouble.
My name is Lin Fan, and I have been an apprentice in this antique shop called "Jinbao Pavilion" for almost a year. He was said to be an apprentice, but he was actually a handyman, cleaning tables and sweeping the floor, serving tea and water to guests, and doing all kinds of work. Wang Haitao is the manager of this store, a greasy middle-aged man who likes to boss around apprentices like us who have no background because he is a distant relative of the boss.
I am not the only apprentice in the shop, there is also a guy named Zhang Wei. That kid is sweet-tongued and knows how to flatter me. He shouts "Brother Wang, Brother Wang" every day, making Wang Haitao happy. Even if his performance is worse than mine, Wang Haitao never says a word to him.
I am not born that way. I cannot learn the art of flattery, so I will just immerse myself in work. But here, just knowing how to work is useless.
"Manager Wang, didn't I place an order last month and sell a Qing Dynasty pen holder? Why is it at the bottom?" I couldn't help but defend myself.
I feel so depressed. I spent several days and read more than a dozen books before deciding on that pen holder. It finally sold for 30,000 yuan. When the store ran out some, I could at least get a few hundred yuan in commission.
