Here's the translation of your text into English: Good news, the year-end bonuses are being issued. Bad news, the million-dollar year-end bonus has turned into half a pig, and I still have to grunt and carry it home myself. I've been diligent and worked hard all year to earn millions in performance for the company. But the boss refuses to give the promised million-dollar year-end bonus. He even boasts, "If you have the ability, resign! There are plenty of people who can work instead of you!" But what he doesn't realize is that he's not bullying just a worker, but his financier!
Chapter 1
Good news, the year-end bonus is out.
Bad news, the million-dollar bonus turned into half a pig, and I have to lug it home myself.
I've worked diligently, day in and day out, earning the company tens of millions in revenue over the year.
The boss promised a million-dollar year-end bonus but now refuses to deliver.
He even had the audacity to say, "If you have the guts, quit! There are countless others eager for your job!"
Little does he know, he's not bullying just any employee; he's messing with his financial backer!
At the start of the year, when I joined, the boss promised that if I achieved ten million in sales, the year-end bonus would be at least a million.
Fueled by this promise, I dove headfirst into work, determined to earn that bonus!
By the end of the year, I had indeed secured numerous projects, exceeding the target with thirteen million in sales, becoming the top salesperson of the year.
I was eagerly anticipating taking this money home to show off in front of my parents, to let them see just how capable their son is!
But when the time came for the year-end bonus, days passed with no movement in my bank account.
From my colleagues, I heard two infuriating pieces of news: First, the boss had just bought a Maserati.
Second, the year-end bonus was replaced with some holiday gifts based on performance.
My colleagues were angry but didn't dare speak up, only grumbling behind closed doors.
The job market isn't great, especially at the end of the year.
Initially, I didn't believe it, but today, as soon as I arrived at the office, I saw half a pig lying on my desk.
The pig's head, with its bloodied appearance, was particularly unsettling.
Looking around, I saw other colleagues' desks adorned with various "holiday gifts"-chickens, ducks, geese, turning the office into a marketplace.
The boss had even distributed them according to performance.
I couldn't help but laugh in disbelief.
I decided to talk to the boss.
A person should keep their word. Why wasn't the promised bonus given?
The boss, Nathan, was playing a card game on his computer when I entered his office.
Seeing me, he calmly closed the game, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and leaned back in his chair, asking nonchalantly, "Campbell, what's up?"
I didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Boss, about my year-end bonus..."
"The year-end bonus has been distributed," Nathan interrupted me. "I specifically instructed that it be settled today.
How is it?
Satisfied?"
A million turned into half a pig, and you expect me to be satisfied?
"But I only received half a pig..." I said, trying to keep my anger in check.
I hoped he would at least explain, maybe say the bonus would be delayed until after the New Year, and I would have accepted that.
But to my surprise, he looked pleased with himself, "Haha...
Isn't it great?
It's a rare breed of pig known for its quality, freshly slaughtered, with excellent meat quality and high nutritional value!
It wasn't easy to get; I had to pull some strings to buy it."
"Young man, keep up the good work. I have high hopes for you!" he continued.
"I have some documents to handle, so you can go back to work."
I realized he was trying to fool me, so I dropped the pretense.
"Boss, you promised me that if I achieved ten million in sales, the year-end bonus would be at least a million. How did it turn into half a pig?"
Nathan dropped his fake smile, stubbed out his cigarette, and sighed, "Campbell, the company is struggling right now.
There are plenty of orders, but the profit margins are thin.
By the end of the year, we've lost millions. The year-end bonus is coming out of my own pocket."
Putting on airs, are you?
I pointed to the car keys on his desk, "That Maserati is new, isn't it?
You have money for a car but not for bonuses?"
Caught, he got angry and banged the table, "What kind of attitude is that?
Are you the boss, or am I?"
Then, realizing he was too harsh, he softened his tone, advising me earnestly, "Young people should look at the bigger picture, not just the small gains in front of them.
When the company goes public, the original shares, options, and dividends will be the real deal!"
Trying to sell me a dream? You wish.
I sneered, "I don't understand what you're talking about. I just want what I deserve!
My salary and bonus were written into the contract when I joined. Please honor the agreement."
Bang!
Nathan jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, slamming the table hard.
"Why can't you understand?
You have no consideration for the company's difficulties.
If you're not happy, just quit.
There are countless others eager for your job!"
The scoundrel was resorting to shamelessness.
My mind went blank with anger, and I picked up the ashtray on the table, slamming it down hard.
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2
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Chapter 3
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Chapter 4
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Chapter 5
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Chapter 6
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Chapter 7
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