Author: Chi Zi Lian

I started to cry.

It's not that I'm sad that my sister will be bullied, but that the worst seems to be yet to come.

Dad is sitting on the sofa. It was obviously his own home not long ago, but now he is as reserved as someone else's home. He doesn't go out anymore. It seems to be getting better.

But after half a month, his mother felt a little pitiful for him. After repeatedly asking if everything was really paid off, she agreed to let him go out.

If he doesn't agree, he will leave.

He also knows to be honest, behave well, and come back after an hour or two every time he goes out.

Just like that, another half month has passed.

He began to lie on the sofa, send messages, and play chess and cards on another software. It was just a game.

Mom saw it and thought he had gotten better.

"Ah Wu, I'm willing to let you come out, and you'll be fine if you bet smaller in the future." There was a woman downstairs at the door of the house waiting for her father to come down.

I could hear it clearly in the small room.

Dad wanted to go out on his own. Even if I opened the window and scolded the woman, it would not help.

He still wants to gamble.

Mom also knows that at the beginning, she couldn’t quit smoking, let alone gambling.

She just didn't want to see her father at home looking like a coward who knew he was wrong.

The three of them were at home, and their eyes never met.

Even though we were divorced, my father still lived here. Even if we didn't say anything, we all knew that this was a temporary break from the relationship.

But it is not a fake divorce. This marriage has already been divorced. It is impossible to get a marriage certificate again.

A family is no longer a family.

At the dinner table, everyone had their own concerns. They rarely spoke a few words, and they were very stiff.

"The sound check revealed that it's a boy." My mother would still tell my father these things.

Dad coughed, smiled and said, "It's a boy, that's a good thing."

"Wenwen, what do you have to say?" My mother asked me again.

I shook my head and didn't want to say anything.

Mom snorted.

Dad looked at me cautiously and called me: "Wenwen, what's wrong?"

I still shook my head.

My mother couldn't help but say: "She told the manager that she quit the job without my consent. Her aunt told me, otherwise I would still be in the dark and wouldn't even discuss such a big matter with us."

Yes, I have wasted so much effort on your work."

"Okay, okay, Wenwen must have other ideas." Dad couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He knew it himself and felt guilty.

"If you don't do this, I won't believe that she suddenly doesn't want to go to work." My mother scolded.

Dad sighed and assured me: "My affairs will not affect you, you can still go to work."

I know.

"I don't like going to work." I said again.

"No matter whether you like it or not, what do you like? You just like eating, drinking and having fun at home. You are happiest, right?" My mother was furious.

My dad and I were in a backwater.

"She, like you, is silent and can't hold in a good fart."

Every time I say it to the end, it is like this. All the grievances will just rot in my stomach, and by the time I want to say it, I will have already finished it.

I didn't want to cry, I just wanted to face all this calmly, but I couldn't help crying.

I also want a happy family.

It doesn’t matter if I don’t have a house or a car. If my parents were street vendors, I could follow them to the street vendors and go home together, and I would be happy. I’m just so worthless.

I just want to live a calmer life. Is this too much to ask?

"I don't want to go to work. It just so happens that your dad doesn't want to open this store. I've been there a few times and your store is still not open. What are you doing? When I went to work, were you there in broad daylight?

Have you already gone gambling? Just in time, you can go gambling and let your daughter inherit your store."

I don't want to inherit.

Dad didn't agree: "Not now. When the store opens, people will come to visit."

"If it's not all paid off, why would someone come to your door again? Why did I tell you to wipe your butt clean, but you still haven't wiped it clean!"

"It's not that I didn't wipe it clean."

"That's a new debt."

"Don't worry, I can handle this now." Dad began to squirm, "Actually, this house didn't need to be renovated at the beginning."

"No need to transfer it, now sell it and pay back the money you owe?" Mom finally understood at this moment, "You should move out first and come back when you have wiped your butt."

When I came out of the conference room, I was still in tears. It was obviously the manager who was exposing the scars, but he asked me not to cry.

Do I want to cry?

Am I too fragile?

Does this kind of thing happen in every household, and does every child have to experience it as they grow up?

I know I will become stronger because of it.

But I still hate that something like this happened to my ordinary family.

"Xiao Lan, go get some tissues and come in." The manager called Sister Lan to go out.

Sister Lan didn't want to go out because she felt that people would misunderstand that she was too fierce and was not good to her subordinates. After all, the manager was always smiling outside.

I didn't want to embarrass Sister Lan, so I said, "No need." I wiped it with my sleeve, and then wiped it again.

The manager stopped asking: "So, have you thought about quitting after the last month?"

"Well, I quit."

"Then you sit for a while and wait until your emotions calm down before you come out to work."

"Um."

When I came out, everyone was busy with their own business, and I didn't want to be noticed. When I came back, I sat for a while and went to the bathroom to wash my face.

After the manager left, Sister Lan and Xiao Chen came over to me and asked: "Xiao Zhang, are you okay?"

I shook my head.

"What happened, Sister Lan?" Xiao Chen asked curiously, "Did the manager curse?"

"No." Sister Lan said, "Don't be so gossipy. It's just a little family matter. Xiao Zhang, drink some water and don't think about it. The manager really doesn't want to pick up the pot. Just get busy, get busy. Since you have to leave,

Just finish this last bit of work properly."

"I know, Sister Lan."

We started busy with the final summary work, opened the documents, took out the list of managers and sales personnel in each region, and started sending emails for verification.

My year-end bonus is gone.

It’s also hard to get year-end bonuses for sales staff.

They have to sign a commitment letter and promise to sell a certain number of things. If they do it, they can get the year-end bonus. And this number obviously can't just be written as 1.

There are still two or three people who have not submitted their commitment letters. Judging from the actual sales data on the statistical table, the number of units committed is higher than in previous years.

There is still time, so it is no problem to complete the kpl, but without this commitment letter, there will be no bonus even if the task is completed.

We called and started urging.

The sales manager who often calls me when he has nothing to do will ask about data. No one told me that these things cannot be discussed. Now think about it, maybe there is a bottom line for the number of units promised, but upwards,

There is no bottom limit. The more you sell, the final year-end bonus will be calculated at a higher ratio.

If the number of units promised is consistent with the number of units actually sold, the maximum profit can be obtained.

Otherwise, if the promise is too high and a few units are not completed, won’t there be a year-end bonus? If you complete the minimum task goal, but you just don’t reach the promised goal, you won’t get it? Will you give it according to the minimum task goal, or simply borrow it?

This opportunity will not be given.

No matter how you think about it, no matter how you calculate it, it is always a good deal for the company.

The sales managers have to promise the number of units sold this year based on the sales volume in previous years. However, if more units are sold in any year, but the commitment letter does not say that many units, the year-end bonus will be based on the number of units on the commitment letter.

, or counting based on the actual number of units sold, I'm quite curious.

If she was really the boss's daughter, it would be quite interesting to be treated in this department and in that department.
To be continued...