Bastard 011

The manager pointed at the fish: "Don't you know the fish will suffocate without oxygen?"

"So what?" Wang Qianqian stiffened her neck. "I didn't know! Nobody told me!"

Little Wei clearly sensed the manager's murderous gaze and silently shrunk her neck back.

But because of Wang Qianqian's special status, the manager ultimately just left in a huff, saying he'd wait for General Manager Yang to return and handle it.

Just a day later, Wang Qianqian struck again.

"Sister Wei, what's this?" she asked curiously, pointing at a square box.

Little Wei glanced at it: "It's called a microwave. A new product, been on the market for a while. General Manager Yang found it useful, so he put one in the office for us to use."

"What's it for?" Wang Qianqian asked.

Little Wei replied: "It heats up food. If you want to use it, the instruction manual is right there. Just follow the steps."

Wang Qianqian nodded: "Do I just put the food inside?"

Little Wei, busy with her own work: "Yes, put it in a lunchbox. It's all written in the manual."

"Oh, is this the power button? What's this knob for?"

"The red one is the power. The knob adjusts the temperature. It's in the manual."

Wang Qianqian fiddled with it: "Seems so complicated. Sister Wei, can you teach me how to use it?"

Little Wei felt an impulse to hit someone but forced herself to be patient: "See that little booklet next to it? That's the instruction manual. It has detailed instructions inside."

Wang Qianqian bit her lip: "Fine, if you won't teach me, you don't have to be so mean about it."

"I..." For a moment, Little Wei felt darkness cloud her vision.

The next day, Little Wei noticed colleagues giving her strange looks. After some probing, she found out the company was now buzzing with rumors that she was bullying the new employee, and the source of this news was the new employee herself.

Little Wei was furious and simply washed her hands of the matter.

As a result, another senior employee in the company, Sister Li, couldn't stand to see it and took over the task of mentoring Wang Qianqian.

Just teaching her how to print took an entire day, and Sister Li felt her blood pressure rising too.

"Why does it have to be so complicated? Really!" Wang Qianqian complained.

Sister Li smiled bitterly and told her to practice more. The next day, Wang Qianqian brought a bowl.

"Sister Li, thank you for teaching me. This is steamed egg custard I specially made early this morning. Have a taste."

Sister Li was touched. This girl might be a bit slow, but her heart seemed to be in the right place.

"Thank you, but company rules say we can't eat during work hours. Also, I can't eat eggs; my body doesn't allow it."

"Ah, you're talking about eggs. This is steamed egg custard," Wang Qianqian continued to push.

Sister Li felt awkward: "I really don't eat eggs. Everyone knows that."

"Just have a little taste. I made it specially early in the morning!" Wang Qianqian looked hurt.

"But I can't eat it..."

"I worked on it for so long and brought it specially. Just try a little."

As they tussled over the bowl, it fell to the floor the next moment.

Wang Qianqian pouted: "I made this for you out of kindness. If you don't want to eat it, fine, but why lose your temper?"

Sister Li was at a loss for words. Their commotion had attracted the attention of many in the office. She finally understood Little Wei's frustration now.

With no other option, Wang Qianqian became a complete pariah. The manager could only keep her by his side as a sort of assistant, waiting for General Manager Yang's return to deal with it.

But Wang Qianqian remained consistently... herself.

Their market share had already been largely snatched away by Xu Nian, making it very difficult for them to gain a foothold later. The manager had finally managed to secure a meeting with a client. Without thinking too much, he took Wang Qianqian along to the visit.

"Boss Zhang, hello, hello," the manager said politely.

Boss Zhang smiled: "I was actually planning to visit you today, but I really can't get away. It's my mother's 88th birthday! Why don't you join us for a drink later?"

Before the manager could reply, Wang Qianqian spoke up: "What a coincidence."

Boss Zhang was intrigued by this girl. Could it be?

"My grandmother also died when she was eighty-eight."

The manager's face turned pale. Boss Zhang's expression also changed. He held it in for a long moment before finally recovering.

"Heh, your company's people certainly have an interesting way of speaking."

"She, she, she's new. Boss Zhang, please don't take offense," the manager stammered.

Boss Zhang glanced at Wang Qianqian a couple of times, let out a strained laugh, and said, "Well, I should get back to being busy. You can bring this young lady along for a bite to eat later."

The manager panicked. Was the cooperation talk off?

Wang Qianqian smiled: "Great! I didn't expect Boss Zhang to be so generous."

Both men looked at her again.

"Before I came, I heard people say you were petty and difficult to deal with. Seems that's not true."

The manager felt his career was over.

Sure enough, Boss Zhang gave a cold laugh: "I have things to do. I'll be going. Make yourselves at home!"

"Where are we eating?" Wang Qianqian called after him. Seeing Boss Zhang leave without looking back, she turned to ask the manager. The manager looked at her, barely suppressing the urge to slap her.

One phone call after another reached Yang Huan. With no other choice, she rushed back in a frantic hurry.

Before she could even catch her breath, a stream of complainers lined up.

The golden arowana fish was dead. The money tree was dead. The microwave had exploded, nearly setting the office on fire.

Most critically, a client they had been negotiating with for a long time had switched to cooperating with Xu Nian.

When she realized everything stemmed from that "friend" of Fang Zhiyi's, Yang Huan suddenly understood something.

She strode in her high heels over to Wang Qianqian, who looked completely unconcerned. "You don't need to come in tomorrow," Yang Huan said, feeling she was being remarkably restrained.

But the moment Wang Qianqian opened her mouth, Yang Huan also felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Should I come the day after tomorrow then?" Wang Qianqian asked, still busy fiddling with the ballpoint pen in her hands.

"No. You don't need to come ever again. You're fired," Yang Huan said, suppressing her anger.

Upon hearing this, Wang Qianqian stood up. Seeing Yang Huan's face, she exclaimed: "It's you! You home-wrecker!"

The office fell silent.

"What did you say?"

"Home-wrecker! No wonder you're firing me! You're just jealous of me!" Wang Qianqian felt she had grasped the truth.

Yang Huan's eyes widened. How could this person talk such nonsense? But she had never endured such an insult in her life!

With just one shove from Wang Qianqian, the two of them were suddenly grappling with each other. From the crowd of onlookers, someone shouted: "Protect General Manager Yang!"

Wang Qianqian then felt herself under attack from all sides.

"Take that for not reading the manual! And that!"

"This is for the egg custard!"

"Save electricity! Save electricity!"

Coming out of the police station, Yang Huan's face was dark with clouds. Their company was implicated in a group brawl and now faced penalties. Furthermore, some loose-lipped person had already spread the news, which would have an extremely negative impact on her future path.