"Lin Ye, five hundred will be deducted from this month's salary!"
Manager Wang Fatty threw the pay slip in front of Lin Ye, his fat face full of ridicule: "Last week you broke a plate from a late Qing Dynasty folk kiln. The boss said that it will be deducted from your salary."
Lin Ye pinched the pay slip, his knuckles turned white.
The broken plate was caused by Zhang Tianfang's thugs who hit him intentionally.
It was obviously none of his business, but no one listened to his explanation.
