Rong Zhiguo glared at Chang Jinzhong as if he were a dog landlord who squeezed the laboring people dry.
"What's the deal? My apprentice draws a design for you, lets the factory produce new products, gets you recognized, and you can't even pay wages? Are you even human, Chang Jinzhong?"
Chang Jinzhong's mouth twitched incessantly; he wiped off his sweat and said with a bitter smile, "Old Rongzi, Xiao Lin doesn't come to work, the factory doesn't have such rules... Anyway, during the New Year's wasn't there also..."
"Also what? Do you think those trifles could buy a design? You must be out of your mind!"
