Chapter 92: Best of Both Worlds

Zhang Dashan finished five to six bottles of beer and was slightly drunk. At this point, whenever he went to speak, he only knew how to yell.

"That stupid b*tch is making problems for me every day. If I don't give her dirt, then who am I supposed to give dirt to? You know, my basic salary is just slightly above three thousand, and I rely on performance bonuses for most of my money. Now that she's deducting my performance pay, I will be f*cking eating air. Last month, she said that I didn't complete the task index, so I just let her dock my pay.