When Lu Yan threw the check in my face, I was calculating the overtime pay he owed me.
He said: "The stand-in game is over, get out of here."
I handed over the "Labor Contract Termination Agreement", along with details of mental damages.
He tore.
I smiled: "It doesn't matter, it's recorded. Mr. Lu, your company account will be frozen in half an hour."
Later he knelt down and begged me to get back together.
I turned on the timer: "Emotional consultation, 5,000 an hour, pay first and talk later."
He wanted to hug me.
I said: "Physical contact will be subject to an additional 200% emotional tax. I support issuing a ticket."
The substitute no longer writes, but becomes the boss.
Now, he is my second party.
