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Sitting in the back row, Lu Xiaoran lowered his head, scrolling through his phone. He wanted to check what important items might be useful in the impending apocalypse.
Just then, a message popped up on his screen.
"Lu Xiaoran, you’ve been late for a whole half hour. I’m docking you three days' pay. If you don’t get over here in ten minutes, I’ll take away your year-end bonus."
The sender was Meng Chengzhi, the boss of the advertising company where Lu Xiaoran worked. This man in his forties was notorious for his explosive temper. Any employee who displeased him would surely face a barrage of insults.
Several new female employees had even cried after being scolded by him.
Seeing this message, Lu Xiaoran couldn’t help but smirk coldly. Just moments ago, he had been preoccupied with thoughts of how to prepare for the coming apocalypse, completely forgetting about his job responsibilities.
Meng Chengzhi often assigned him extra shifts and was quick to lash out at anyone who crossed him. Lu Xiaoran had always found this behavior repugnant. However, back then, he hadn’t found a suitable alternative job and didn’t dare to quit recklessly. To avoid losing his position, he had chosen to endure silently.
But now it was different; the apocalypse was only three weeks away, and working under such conditions seemed utterly pointless.
So, Lu Xiaoran picked up his phone and replied without hesitation in the group chat: "You piece of trash, how do you talk to your father?"
At that moment, Meng Chengzhi was sitting alone in his office, leisurely sipping tea from a cup. He heard his phone buzz on the desk and knew it must be a message from Lu Xiaoran.
Based on his past experiences with Lu Xiaoran, he thought this young man was usually honest and straightforward; even when treated unfairly, he wouldn’t dare complain.
He assumed that upon seeing Meng Chengzhi's threat, Lu Xiaoran would be trembling with fear and rushing over to apologize.
Meng Chengzhi picked up his phone with his right hand while holding the tea cup with his left, ready to take a sip. But when he saw Lu Xiaoran's reply, his pupils dilated in shock.
Crash!
Meng Chengzhi jumped up from his chair, unable to steady the tea cup in his hand as it toppled over onto the desk, spilling dark yellow tea everywhere.
Meng Chengzhi's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the message on his phone. He could hardly believe that the usually submissive Lu Xiaoran had the audacity to insult him. And not just in private, but in front of more than forty employees in the group chat. Where was he supposed to put his face?
As the boss of this advertising company, Meng Chengzhi had always been a figure of authority. His subordinates wouldn’t dare to insult him; even a simple disagreement could lead to someone being shown the door immediately. But now, with Lu Xiaoran openly berating him, his temper flared uncontrollably.
Fuming with rage, Meng Chengzhi grabbed his phone and dialed Lu Xiaoran's number, shouting into the receiver, "Lu Xiaoran! Do you think you can just walk away from this job? I swear if you don’t—"
Before he could finish his threat, he was met with the sound of a busy signal on the other end. It felt as if he had been cut off mid-sentence, leaving him with a surge of frustration that made his blood boil.
That bastard Lu Xiaoran!
With a sudden burst of anger, Meng Chengzhi slammed his hand on the table. The table didn’t budge, but his hand stung painfully from the impact.
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