"Shen, you really saved us today."
"Yeah, without you, we'd have definitely stayed on for overtime again."
At the barbecue stall, a few guys sat around Shen Zhaozhao, one after another, treating her like their savior.
"Everyone worked hard today, this meal's on me," Shen Zhaozhao said as she picked up a drink.
She was always straightforward, and in just a day, she'd already bonded with her colleagues from the data department.
The others immediately said, "How can that be right? We should be treating you, actually."
"Exactly, we agreed we'd treat you."
Everyone stop arguing," Shen Zhaozhao spoke up, "Let Mr. Sheng take care of it, we're all working for him after all, this meal should be on him."
"Shen's right, we should let the capitalist treat us," one of the male colleagues said with a laugh.
Immediately, a colleague pointed at him and said, "You're done for, daring to call Mr. Sheng a capitalist."
