Chapter 820: The Staircase
"You mean he can make broth, but I can’t use him because the kitchen staff disagree?"
For the first time, Bai Xiao encountered the notion of being bullied, truly comprehending it today.
The sous chef looked at the people standing behind him, gritted his teeth, and bolstered his courage, "Yes, today all of us, the entire kitchen staff, disagree with using him." They had reached a point of no return in this matter; there was no turning back now.
They could only hope that their numbers would be intimidating enough to scare off Manager Bai, who after all, seemed to be just a girl in her early twenties. In comparison to these seasoned veterans of the kitchen, in terms of experience or know-how, she was clearly lacking.
He Weng scoffed coldly and clapped his hands with a slap, slap.
Everyone looked at him.
"You’ve really opened my eyes. I’ve never seen workers so brazenly justified in my life. You’re truly pioneering, rallying together to threaten your boss like this. Do you really think that the Bai Family’s spicy hot pot can’t go on without you?
"Do you believe that if I were to drive to the labor market now and offer one yuan an hour, countless people would break their necks for this job?"
He Weng, having conducted business for so long, seemed even more like a boss than Bai Xiao.
The words left the sous chef feeling so nauseated it was unbearable. He wasn’t wrong; if someone really shouted out an offer of one yuan an hour, working for ten hours a day that’s ten yuan, 300 yuan a month—an astronomical salary here in Modu. Who wouldn’t want that job?
However, they had spoken so definitively, and now that things had gone this far, they couldn’t just back down.