100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Wang Ping was stunned at first, then his back, which was bent by life, suddenly straightened. He frowned and looked at Jinhuan with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

No one would be happy if he was cursed to death by others.

Even though his edges have long been smoothed out by life.

"It's not appropriate for you to say that." He retorted in a deep voice, but there was nothing harsh in his words.

After all, the other party was a customer, and he was just an unknown little technician.

Jin Huan chuckled and said, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

After she finished speaking, she lazily closed her eyes and let the female technician behind her gently massage her head.

Wang Ping wanted to continue, but Shi Qingsong would never want this again.

His lips were as white as paper, and any normal person would know that there was something wrong with his complexion.

If something really happened here, who can explain it clearly?

The manager came over quickly and was about to ask Wang Ping how he had offended the customer and why he had to be replaced. However, when he opened the door and saw the other person for the first time, he was frightened!

The person in front of me had a face as white as gold paper and pale lips!

To the naked eye, there is not even a trace of life in him!

"Wang...Wang Ping, how did you become like this!" The manager's voice trembled as he spoke.

She clearly remembered that when she saw him coming to work at noon, Wang Ping was still normal, so how come he became like this in the evening?

"Manager, I'm just a little tired, it's nothing."

Wang Ping was not being arrogant when he said this; he really did not feel uncomfortable.

When the manager heard this, he knew that this person might not have looked in the mirror and didn't know how ugly his face looked.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say. But she knew one thing: no one could get into trouble in the store!

The woman first smiled apologetically at the two guests in the box, then arranged for a male technician to come over and hurriedly took Wang Ping out.

"Manager, the order just now, I."

"Don't worry, it's yours. Wang Ping, go home and rest tonight. Don't worry, I won't deduct your money. Go to the hospital tomorrow and I will apply for paid leave for you. No matter how much money you make, your health is the most important."

As she spoke, she suppressed the shock in her body and patted Wang Ping's shoulder.

What men care about most is money.

After hearing what the leader said, I naturally didn't insist on anything anymore.

However, what the leader said was indeed true. He really had to go to the hospital. He was the mainstay of the family. If he fell down, what would happen to his mother and his brothers and sisters?

Only then did he lower his head and thank the manager softly.

Then he went to the staff locker room to change his clothes and walked out with the electric bike key.

The winter wind is particularly cold.

The air was damp and chilly.

He shrank his neck unconsciously.

This thin coat couldn't block the sharp coldness.

I finally made it downstairs trembling.

He climbed up the stairs with a staggering gait. For some reason, his body suddenly felt extremely heavy. He was panting and having difficulty breathing after climbing only two flights of stairs.

After finally reaching the west building, he rested against the door frame for a long time before taking out the key.

A rusty door lock is not easy to open.

He struggled for a while before he heard a "click".

The old-fashioned iron door always creaks when it is shaken.

Due to the special nature of his job, his dressing mirror is placed at the door, facing the door. Every time he goes to work or comes home from get off work, he can see his appearance firsthand, and today is no exception.

The moment the lights came on.

The key in my hand fell to the ground with a "click"...