The pushover offended a top-tier boss

The next day, Sunday, she slept in.

I woke up to a text message from the bank: Your account received a deposit of 16800 yuan on [date].

Her salary and year-end bonus have been paid. Adding the 20,000 yuan from the secretariat, she'll have over 30,000 yuan in income this month.

Her mood suddenly improved.

She wanted to buy herself something nice as a reward.

She used to dislike winter the most. Winter clothes were ridiculously expensive, and it was so cold on her way to work that she would suffer from the cold while riding her electric scooter.

She opened the shopping app and browsed around aimlessly.

Cashmere coat, 3000. Down jacket, 1599. Snow boots, 399.

This is highway robbery! It's too expensive.

But then she thought, "I'm a woman with eight million in my hands."

But then I thought about it again.

When Nan Jing was away, Zhou Huaijin bought her a C brand outfit; the coat alone cost over ten thousand yuan. Adding to the one she bought in Jing County before, she already had two presentable outfits.

It seems... that's enough.

She turned off the shopping app and switched to a mini-program for a fresh food supermarket.

Cherries and strawberries are in season now. Cherries are 60 yuan per jin (500g), and strawberries are 50 yuan. That's really expensive!

Expensive? What's so expensive about it? I'm rich now!

She was about to place the order when her finger stopped.

Let's see if there are any coupons.

Even if you have money, you can't be a fool and you can't waste a single penny.

She searched for a long time and found that registering as a member would give her a 10 yuan discount.

OK, order placed.

I went into the food delivery app again and ordered a small cake and a cup of milk tea.

This weekend was perfect.

That evening, Chen Zheng asked her to play games together online.

She gained another five stars.

The sickly state I was in a few days ago after my breakup is long gone.

-

Work on Monday.

When Ye Zhenzhen entered the eighth floor, she found that Secretary Lin was not there.

She had just sat down when she saw Chen Xuefei followed by a young woman from the secretariat who was in charge of documents; everyone called her Xiao Xu. Xiao Xu had her head down, her face pale, and she looked like she had gotten into trouble.

Ye Zhenzhen pricked up her ears.

Actually, she heard someone in the bathroom early in the morning say that Xiao Xu had added an extra zero to a certain data in an attachment to an announcement, but fortunately it was stopped before it was sent out.

"Boss, it was indeed Xu's oversight that he didn't correct it in time." Chen Xuefei's voice came from the crack in the door. It wasn't loud, but it was quiet on the eighth floor, and she could hear it clearly.

Xiao Xu's voice was trembling with tears, both anxious and timid: "Boss, I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, I'm sick, and I'm under a lot of pressure, so I'm not in good condition... I'm sorry, it's because I didn't do my job well."

Zhou Huaijin's voice rang out calmly: "No one is perfect. If you're under a lot of pressure, manage it properly and take care of your health. Fortunately, this mistake was discovered in time and did not cause serious consequences. We should learn from this experience in the future."

"Okay, thank you, boss."

Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen felt indignant.

She recalled the first time she wrote a report, and how he berated her mercilessly—"What kind of color scheme is this?" "Did you create this format yourself?" "Did you even use your brain when you wrote this?"

When dealing with others, the advice is always, "To err is human," and "Take care of your health."

He's become such an approachable and kind leader! Humph!

She was sulking when the internal phone rang.

"Ye Zhenzhen, come here."

She walked over hesitantly and pushed open the door.

In the office, Chen Xuefei and Xiao Xu had already left. Zhou Huaijin sat behind his desk, several documents spread out in front of him, a pen in his hand, seemingly reviewing something.

"The Ministry of Public Security will issue a statement today regarding the Platinum Palace." He pushed a document in front of her. "Go and write a statement about the situation in Nanjing County. The county party secretary, county head, finance bureau chief, public security bureau chief, and planning bureau chief are suspected of dereliction of duty, embezzlement, and bribery, and are under investigation. The statement should be concise, clear in facts, and carefully worded."

"I understand," she said, her voice muffled.

Back at her workstation, she turned on her computer and began writing a report.

She saw the police report from the Ministry of Public Security today—Platinum Palace has been shut down in accordance with the law on suspicion of bribery, organizing prostitution, operating a casino, and involvement in organized crime, and the relevant personnel have been arrested.

Secretary Lin wasn't here today, but Chen Xuefei was busy running around. She brought in documents, made tea, and then used a steam iron to neatly iron Zhou Huaijin's coat that was hanging on the hanger.

When Zhou Huaijin accepted the cup of tea, he had a faint smile on his face and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Ha. As expected, a female secretary is the most considerate.

She lowered her head and continued writing the report.

After finishing the first draft, I printed it out and took it to him to show him.

Zhou Huaijin took it and glanced at it.

His brows furrowed.

"Ye Zhenzhen." His voice turned colder.

"exist……"

"How could you write such an obvious typo?" He turned the report around and pointed to a line of text.

She leaned closer to take a look—she had written "the amount involved in the case" as "the amount involved in the case."

"Official documents are all about rigor and authority. How could you make such a basic mistake?" His voice wasn't loud, but his face was serious. "Also, don't be verbose. Keep it concise. Official documents don't need these fancy words. Just state the facts directly."

Normally, she might have sheepishly admitted her mistake.

But now, upon hearing this, they immediately exploded.

Xiao Xu also made a typo just now, why didn't he scold him?

And this is only her first draft.

"This is just a first draft!" she couldn't help but retort, her resentment clearly evident in her tone. "It's not like there won't be proofreading and editing later on!"

She muttered under her breath, "Always nitpicking."

Zhou Huaijin heard it.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at her puffed-up face, and softened his voice: "Wrong is wrong. I can't give you special treatment just because of personal feelings."

"At work, everyone is treated equally. You made a mistake, and you think you can't be criticized?"

It's impossible for him to violate organizational principles because of her.

Ye Zhenzhen was even angrier.

And then there's the "affair." He was the one who was cuddling and being affectionate with her yesterday, but now he's turned his back on her and is the one who's giving her a piece of his mind.

She wasn't asking him to use connections; she just felt it was unfair. Why should others be comforted for the same mistake, while she was scolded?

The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt.

"I'm going to change careers!" she said angrily, picking up the notice and turning to leave.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed.

"Go to the cabinet, on the top shelf, there are two metal boxes, bring them here," Zhou Huaijin told her.

Ye Zhenzhen stood there, her back to him, motionless.

They keep ordering her around, don't they have hands of their own?

"Ye Zhenzhen".

She turned around angrily, walked to the reddish-brown solid wood cabinet, and pulled open the top drawer. Inside were two metal boxes, wrapped in printed paper bags, which looked quite exquisite.

She took it out and placed it on his desk, her movements not gentle.

She glanced at the words on the box: "Aussie City Souvenirs".

One box contains dried meat, and the other contains almond cookies.

Old man, but he has quite a good appetite.

She was even angrier. Was he deliberately trying to tempt her?!

Zhou Huaijin pushed the two boxes towards her: "Take them and eat them."

Yesterday, Zhao Yifeng and I had dinner together. He had just returned from Macau and brought back a lot of things. Zhao Yifeng said his girlfriend loves this and insisted on giving him two boxes, saying it was "for his sister-in-law."

Zhou Huaijin thought to himself, "That one is indeed a glutton; he'll probably like it."

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the two boxes of pastries, determined to refuse. Was she someone who would be easily coaxed into a slap followed by a sweet treat?

But she knew that this kind of dried meat was a specialty of Macau, unavailable on the mainland, and extremely expensive. She had seen it on a food blogger's blog before, where a box cost several hundred yuan.

And that almond tart is also a specialty of Macau.

She picked it up angrily, didn't say a word, and turned to leave.

Back in her office, she put the box on the table.

Chen Zheng came over after smelling the aroma.

"Oh, who gave the Party Secretary this kind of gift?" He smirked. "Is it especially for you, sister-in-law?"

Ye Zhenzhen was so angry she wanted to hit someone: "Shut up. Who wants to eat this?"

"If you won't eat it, I will." Chen Zheng had already opened the packaging, tore off a strip of jerky, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Mmm—delicious!"

Then I opened another box and started chewing.

"Hmm, that's really good."

"Leave some for me!" Ye Zhenzhen said anxiously.

Chen Zheng asked vaguely, "Did you two argue again?"

"He's deliberately targeting me," Ye Zhenzhen said angrily. "Why is he all smiles when someone else makes a mistake, but I get yelled at?"

"Sister Ye," Chen Zheng couldn't help but sigh, "have you ever seen the boss scold anyone?"

Ye Zhenzhen thought for a moment: "You."

"Anything else?"

"I."

"Right," Chen Zheng shrugged. "What does that mean? It means he considers you one of his own. Who else deserves his insults?"

"That's self-inflicted manipulation," Ye Zhenzhen frowned, "Are you a masochist?"

"Ye Zhenzhen, you're such a blockhead." Chen Zheng shook his head and sighed. "Let me tell you, regarding Xiao Xu's matter, a lowly employee doesn't need a senior manager to speak up personally. Why would such a high-ranking manager target a lowly employee? Sister Chen already punished him. If you don't believe me, check the work group chat; there's definitely something going on."

Ye Zhenzhen opened the secretariat's group chat with some skepticism.

Sure enough, a new message appeared in the group chat. It was a public reprimand for Xiao Xu's work mistake. The wording was very official, but the meaning was clear: a demerit, deduction of his monthly performance bonus, and disqualification from annual performance evaluation.

"You see," Chen Zheng said from the side, "her performance review this year will at best be a passing grade, and it will affect her promotion for the next few years."

Ye Zhenzhen then realized what was happening.

Oh, it's that serious.

"Has the leadership informed you?" Chen Zheng asked.

"without."

"Did they deduct money from your pay?"

"without."

"Is it balanced now?"

Thinking about it that way, getting a couple of scoldings isn't so bad.