The phone screen was broken into two cracks, and the time showed 11:47 pm.
I stared at the notification on the screen, my fingers trembling a little. Not excited, but angry.
"Lin Bei, because the number of complaints received this month has exceeded the upper limit, the company has decided to terminate the labor relationship with you. Please go to the site to complete the resignation procedures within three working days."
Resign. I was fired.
I have been working as a delivery boy for one year and four months, and it has come and gone. Three electric cars have been stolen. I have been chased by dogs 17 times. I am too lazy to count the times I have been scolded by customers, "Why don't you die?" In the end, just because Fatty Wang's grandson was tampering with me in the background and just complained that it was over the limit, I got out.
I squatted on the curb and dug out a row of missed calls on my phone.
Three were called by my mother, Sister Zhao, two were landlords demanding rent, and one was a credit card overdue reminder from the bank. There are a dozen or so left, all of them Fatty Wang.
