Lu's jaw almost hit the tiled floor. Free? This is really free?
His mind raced back to what Jiang Cheng had bragged about last week—double days off, full insurance. He hadn't believed a word. Now, staring at LCD TVs on the walls and massage chairs upstairs, he started to wonder if he had been a fool.
If this is real… I need to find out more. If I can join a place with treatment like this, I'll never eat cold lunchboxes on the curb again.
Just then, as if fate was playing a prank, Jiang Cheng himself walked in wearing the new factory work clothes.
"Old Lu? What are you doing here?" Jiang Cheng blinked in surprise.
Caught red-handed, Lu scratched his head. "Ah, nothing, nothing. Just thought it was a new restaurant."
Jiang Cheng chuckled. "This is our cafeteria. I can't entertain you now, but I'll treat you properly another time."
Lu nodded and left, but his mind was racing.
Meanwhile, in Boston City, Son Nami was on the phone with her mom, Dong Hong.
