"Our company says business is bad, so the year-end bonus is only one third."
"One third is still something; my company canceled it entirely. Worked hard all year, just waiting for the year-end bonus for the New Year…"
"Seeing those people flaunting their year-end bonuses on social media really makes me envious and resentful."
"Come on, let's have a drink, as if we're attending the boss's funeral."
"I wasn't planning on drinking, but since you mentioned the boss's funeral… waiter, another bottle of 'Two Oxen'!"
Brother Qiang and his wife sat at a window seat, also discussing year-end bonuses.
Qi Panpan angrily said while grabbing a slice of pig's head meat:
"Last month, a few R&D folks from the tech department earned the company millions, yet the damned boss says business is bad and canceled the year-end bonus. I've decided, if they dare cancel it, I'll lead the team to report it to the labor bureau."
Panpan has always been somewhat like a proletarian fighter.
