The meal was gone, and Meng Yi was unwilling to ask for the money back. It wasn't because he didn't have the nerve to do it, but mainly because...
vomit--
He felt that if the chef of this breakfast shop went out to fight with others, he would probably have the upper hand.
Let’s get hungry first…
I don't know if the guy just now will come to the park this afternoon. He is obviously not very good at preaching.
Meng Yi took out the list and looked through it. Several people on the list happened to work in the same factory as him, so he could stop by and quit his job.
The first district is the last area of the outer city. The factories here are mainly responsible for the production of basic accessories for the city’s defense system.
Meng Yi followed the morning crowd and walked through the factory gate. The rumbling sound of engines began to become more and more obvious.
Very rhythmic.
Dong—dong—dong—
In the stamping workshop, Meng Yi couldn't help but pick his ears. After an idea, he stuffed his ears with flesh and blood plugs and felt better.
He glanced around and found the person he was looking for, the workshop supervisor, not far away.
When two people talk, they have to lean close to their ears and shout.
"I'm quitting my job and want to resign. Can I get my salary?"
The other party had no reason to object. Who would care about other people's affairs? As for the manpower issue, it would naturally be arranged by the higher-ups.
As long as the staff shortage is reported, the Workers' Management Department of the fortress city will naturally make arrangements.
Place the order quickly without any unnecessary nonsense.
Next, Meng Yi took the resignation form to the factory's finance department to settle his salary, and it was done in one go.
Simple, efficient, and indifferent.
This is the mainstream of this era.
However, Meng Yi encountered unexpected difficulties in the finance office.
"Why do I need a certificate from my new employer when I resign?"
Meng Yi frowned and looked at the fat man behind the desk in front of him.
The other party said impatiently:
"Some really bad trends have been emerging in Fortress City lately, like lying flat on your back... This is degenerate hedonism!"
"To prevent this kind of situation from getting worse and to eliminate the phenomenon of lazy people, the Worker Management Department has mandated that workers who resign must have a certificate from their new employer before their wages can be settled."
“This is also because…”
He crossed his legs, held a teacup, and shook his head while holding a newspaper. He seemed very skilled in this rhetoric.
Meng Yi was now full of doubts. When did the Urban Workers Management Bureau issue this rule? How come he didn't know about it?
And...when did they start taking care of the salary payment?
Seeing that Meng Yi didn't move, the fat middle-aged man glanced at him, took out a pair of tweezers from somewhere, picked up Meng Yi's resignation letter, and snorted coldly:
"Meng Yi, who believes in ascetic gods."
He dropped the tweezers and picked up the resignation form with his hands. "Isn't this good? What does penance cost?"
You don't even want to pretend anymore, right?
Meng Yi looked at the other people in the office with a cold face, but they all turned a blind eye to it.
This is quite normal.
Unless someone here has a particularly fair god, but such people are rare! They usually work in the official departments of the Fortress City.
Meng Yi reached out to take back the resignation form. Since this person was giving him a hard time, he might as well find someone else.
"Hey...what are you doing?"
The fat man suddenly retracted his hand and said, "Leave the order here with me. I'll issue the certificate for you."
"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but why do you need money for your faith? And look at what you're wearing, it's a bit disrespectful."
Meng Yi forced an ugly smile: "Say it again?"
The fat man slammed the table and asked, "What's your attitude?"
"I'll fuck you!"
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