Zhang Dayu coughed a few times again, "Damn boss, he's withheld my salary for half a year."
"Not only does he not pay me, but he also warned me not to go around complaining and causing trouble, or else he'd throw me into the river to feed the fish."
Chu Yang snorted coldly, "That's too much."
Zhang Dayu's eyes were filled with rage, "The injuries I have, they were inflicted by the bastard boss's goons. If it weren't for my damn good luck, I probably would have been beaten to death by them."
Chu Yang pondered for a moment before saying, "Zhang Dayu, I can help you get your salary back."
Zhang Dayu looked at Chu Yang with some doubt in his eyes and asked incredulously, "You? Can you really get my salary back?"
"Is that true?"
Chu Yang smiled lightly, "Oh? You don't believe me?"
Zhang Dayu nodded, "Yes! I don't believe you."
