
I Was Docked All My Performance Pay for Being Late After Helping an Elderly Man. The Next Day, They Raised My Salary by 20,000, and My Coworkers Were Dumbfounded
扶老人迟到被扣光业绩,次日给我涨薪两万,同事傻眼了
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 17k Words
- Genre
- –
- Subgenre
- –
- Updated
- 5d ago
- English
- Request a translation
Synopsis
Stats
1Chapters
5Reads · 30 days
5Reads · all time
More by this author
In booklists 2
Any Short Novels?
Ideally something sweet, or a BE ending.
1.3kBooks275.9kViews17hUpdated
Short Stories That Keep You Up All Night! Impossible to Put Down!
Looking for stories like I Deliver Takeout to the Emperor, and Both Past and Present Revere Me as a God. Short-story fans, rejoice! Every story is so satisfying it makes you stomp your feet. It serves justice to scumbags and protects the people you care about, all at once. Save these for your next reading slump!
1.7kBooks566.8kViews4dUpdated
In same booklists
The Customer Wanted a Full Refund for the Snacks, So I Sued Him on the Spot. He Panicked
A Lady at My Neighbor's Wedding Banquet Took My Wedding Candy to Share with the Whole Village. I Called 120 in an Instant, and the Whole Village Exploded
Wang Qijin’s Road to Promotion
I Grow Green Lotus Flowers in the Primordial World
After Three Years as His Stand-In, I Quietly Walked Away the Day His First Love Returned
A Million Ways to Spend Money
After I Could Hear People's Thoughts, I Used It to Win Over the Company's Boss
At Our Class Reunion’s Truth-or-Dare, She Smiled and Said Pursuing Me Back Then Was Just a Bet
At Our Class Reunion, She Paid Fifty Thousand for Her First Love and Made Me Pay Fifty
After I Started Getting Fifty Thousand a Month
After I Became the White Moonlight, the Male Leads Were All Reborn
When Dark Clouds Meet
In My Tenth Year, I Decided to Stop Watching Him Walk Away
Ten Years as Childhood Sweethearts, One Word: Suitable
The Lady Says She Has the Third Eye
My Wife Smells Divine, and I’m Losing My Nerve
A Promise Beneath the Eaves
Death Sentence on Repeat: The Bride of the Ninety-Ninth Loop
Snow Falling on Tender Branches
The Gods Are No More Than Passersby on the Bridge of Helplessness








