Her small feet paused like a startled chick, and the fear in her heart rose to the top of Mount Everest.
After hesitating for a while, she finally mustered up her courage and stepped inside.
The moment she stepped inside, a barrage of machine-gun-like curses rained down on her without warning or mercy.
"Jiang Yimei, what time is it? How dare you come to work? You might as well go back to your old place and sleep in!"
Despite having prepared herself mentally, Jiang Yimei was still quite frightened by the lion-like roar.
Her little hands, unsure of what to do, involuntarily twirled around the hem of her clothes; her inner fear and panic had reached their peak.
However, even a heart has a heart, so perhaps if she feigned a pitiful look, the old witch would grit her teeth and let her go? So she used a tried-and-true tactic: "Master... Master, the way..."
To her utter surprise, her old aunt didn't buy it: "Don't keep telling me about traffic jams, I don't believe it."
Jiang Yimei was in a state of confusion and somewhat at a loss.
She stutters when she lies, so don't try that trick. Just apologize honestly and admit your mistake. Maybe that way you can get a little forgiveness.
"I'm so sorry, supervisor, it's my fault. Please deduct my salary."
A sincere apology was of little use. The heartless old witch remained indifferent and ruthless: "Poor performance is one thing, but being late for work is another. Let me tell you, Jiang Yimei, if this happens again, it won't be as simple as just deducting your salary."
With a loud "bang," he slammed the door shut and stormed in.
Everyone in the office was terrified like never before.
The old witch was truly enraged this time; perhaps she was going through menopause, because she was particularly fierce when she got angry.
Having never experienced such anger or threats since childhood, and recalling other troubling matters, Jiang Yimei, standing helplessly at the entrance, felt like squatting down and crying her heart out; or perhaps she could just dig a hole in the ground and crawl inside.
She is no longer the little flower in her parents' palm. Having been tempered in society for many years, she has learned how to disguise herself and cope with this situation with strength.
Quickly composing herself, she walked nonchalantly towards her cubicle under everyone's watchful eyes.
Once she arrived at her own little corner, she dropped her pretense and sat down with a dejected expression.
"What bad luck! What terrible luck! They even said they were having a stroke of good fortune, it's all a lie!"
She seemed to vent all her worries and frustrations on the innocent words of a child.
It turns out she took it seriously, or rather, she held onto this hope, a naive fantasy.
Hearing the complaints, a colleague who was on good terms with her slid over from the cubicle next to her: "Hey! Yiyi, what's wrong with you today? Don't you know it's Monday? Besides, which incumbent leader doesn't want their subordinates to perform well when they first take office? You've committed a major taboo for junior employees."
"Don't even mention it, it's so annoying."
Jiang Yimei knew better than anyone that it was Monday, but some things are beyond her control. She could only blame society for being too cruel and realistic.
…
About ten minutes later, the tightly closed door to the supervisor's office was suddenly opened.
A smiling old fox tiptoed out from inside and headed straight for the gate.
After a while, the old fox brought back a piece of fresh meat, protecting it fiercely and leading the way with a bow.
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