"Old Zhao, I've been processing tea my whole life, and this is the first time I've ever processed such good tea. I wonder which tea garden they grew it in? What kind of new tea is this?"
Master Luo couldn't suppress his strong curiosity and asked his companion.
Master Zhao patted Master Luo on the shoulder: "Old Luo, being too curious isn't a good thing!"
Look, we've worked for over ten days, and the boss gave us ten thousand yuan. That's not just wages; there must have been hush money too.
This person claims to be a friend of the big boss, but what's going on inside is something we workers don't understand.
Don't forget, this company has more than one shareholder. Don't pry into the affairs between the leaders; learn to play dumb so you can keep this job for as long as possible.
With so much money, if word got out, there would be tons of people vying to earn it! If you're not short of money, feel free to tell everyone.
Anyway, I've been staying at home for the past ten days or so and haven't done anything.
Master Luo felt a jolt of fear. Perhaps the big boss had secretly developed new products for planting and no longer wanted to cooperate with the other shareholders in the company?
Oh dear, this is a big secret. He has to keep his mouth shut, or he'll be the first one to get fired.
Whether the tea-frying master kept it a secret or not, Chen Hong didn't care; she was never going to that tea factory again anyway.
She now regrets it; she shouldn't have tried to save trouble by hiring someone to stir-fry the tea. In this world, who can keep secrets except for the dead?
Fortunately, she went to Beijing a few months later, and over time, she gradually lost contact with her fishing buddy in Jinan.
Years later, if we bump into each other, we might not recognize each other.
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