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.
