With a few grievances and contempt in his heart, Lin Zhang walked into the furniture store with his neck craned, like a haughty and spirited rooster.
The owner of the furniture store was originally in the back room drinking tea. When he usually comes to the store, he just wanders around and keeps an eye on the employees to see if they're slacking off; he himself is the kind of hands-off shopkeeper who doesn't show up unless it's something big.
As he was leisurely sipping his tea, he saw a shop assistant hesitantly loitering at the door of his office. He frowned and called the person in with a coarse voice.
"What's the matter? You should be keeping watch outside during work hours, not wandering in here?" As soon as he spoke, his voice was robust and full. He impatiently glanced at the assistant and turned to play with the gold ring on his hand.
