"That's right, today we received a notice from the top that minors are not allowed to be hired, so I'm sorry, please go home."
After the female manager finished speaking, she took a document and looked at it, obviously not wanting to continue the conversation with her.
Mu Jinjin's face suddenly became pale and helpless, and after she reacted, the first thing she asked about her salary was, "The manager, how can I calculate my salary I have been working here for twenty-nine days."
"Miss Mu, I can only say sorry to you, the income of all employees of our company must be reported to the tax bureau, if I hand over your salary, the boss will know that we are illegally employing minors, and our company will not dare to take responsibility for the crime."
"Then you can give me cash, or transfer money," Mu Jin cried uncontrollably, and his speech was a little incoherent.
"Don't you understand, no matter what means our company uses to give you money, the information will be handed over to the tax bureau, and when the time comes, the bosses of the tax bureau will know that our company has hired minors," the manager was a little impatient, and his voice was much louder.
"But many part-time people outside are underage, and they can still get money."
"Every company has its own rules, I advise you to leave quickly, or I'll find a security guard."
"But I've been working here for twenty-nine days, how can you not give me a penny" It was the first time she felt so helpless.
She is busy with work every day and has never been lazy.
Is this the end of the day?
"Hey, is it security, come up to the office on the second floor."
The manager called and got two security guards to come up.
Soon two security guards came up and forcibly drove Mu Jinjin out of the noodle shop.
They threw her outside the door of the noodle shop and scolded her warningly: "Get out, don't disturb us in business, and then dare to make trouble in the future, Lao Tzu will beat you to death."
The two security guards scolded and walked back to the store and closed the glass door of the noodle shop.
"You pay me back, pay me back," Mu Jin slapped on the glass door without giving up, tears of humiliation falling down her cheeks one by one.
But she filmed for a long, long time, and no one paid attention to her.
It was already late at night, and there was not a single pedestrian on the road.
She was helpless, aggrieved, afraid.
The suppression of various complex emotions made it difficult for her to even stand up straight.
She had no choice but to curl herself up in a ball and hide in the corner of the glass door, as pitiful as a hedgehog that had lost its thorns.
Her tears swept across her cheeks and dripped down her knees, but they couldn't take away the slightest bit of sadness from her.
"What's wrong with you, are you hurt?"
She just cried like that, and kept crying.
It wasn't until she heard a woman's voice above her that she stopped crying.
The woman's voice was very good, kind and compassionate, as holy as the Mother of Salvation.
She looked up and saw that the woman standing in front of her was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years of age.
The woman was dressed in a nun's dress, with short hair and a delicate and gentle face.
But that's not what attracted her the most.
What surprised her the most was the woman's appearance.
For some reason, when she looked at this woman, she always unconsciously thought of Mi Qian.
This woman looks five or six points similar to Mi Qian, but she is much softer than Mi Qian.
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