Shen Baozhu had been eagerly awaiting her paycheck; she only had one hundred yuan on her, and with the addition of her 75-yuan salary, it was just enough to buy a down jacket. As for money for food and spending, wasn't there still Wang Shimin, the easy target?
But why had it come to this?
Staring at the five ten yuan notes and one five yuan note inside the envelope, Shen Baozhu was dumbfounded. Afraid that she had miscounted, she counted twice more and confirmed it was indeed 55 yuan.
Thinking back to the strange expression on the cashier's face when she received her salary just earlier, Shen Baozhu hurried into the finance office, squeezing through the crowd of veteran teachers and almost causing an older teacher to fall, if not for the steady hand of a younger female teacher next to him.
Shen Baozhu didn't care about that; she didn't even apologize, nor did she glance at the old teacher, as she rushed straight to the front desk.
