My temper rose sharply, "No matter who you are, this is a company, and there are rules. Nobody is exempt."
The middle-aged man, seeing my assertive attitude, became harsher in tone, "You tell me your name; I'll have your leader fire you."
I raised an eyebrow, "Sure, my name is Lin Xingwen. Go ahead, try to get me fired. By the way, I'll be reporting your behavior today to the logistics supervisor to see if she fires you or me."
The logistics supervisor is a seemingly gentle woman, but she's actually very decisive, a match for any "domineering queen." It makes sense, though; if she weren't tough, the logistics department, a juicy morsel at the company, would have been picked clean long ago.
Perhaps thinking of the logistics manager's methods, the middle-aged man replied reluctantly, "What are you here for?"
I handed him the list I had, and without even looking at it, he said, "You don't have a stamp; we can't give it to you here."
