Peng Hui wiped her mouth with a tissue and discussed with Zhao Meimei: "Anyway, we're getting paid tomorrow, let's not work here next month. I asked Wang Lina and the others, they're all planning to quit. This crappy school, paying too little and always causing trouble. These old geezers think we're college students, think we're easy to bully, and squeeze us dry!"
Zhao Meimei hesitated: "But we barely survived the internship period, just started earning class fees, isn't quitting now not worth it?"
Peng Hui hesitated a bit: "Are you planning to keep working here then?"
Zhao Meimei thought about it and said: "Why don't we wait till tomorrow after we get paid, then decide? And even if we decide to quit, we have to wait till after the new year, they won't let us leave immediately."
Peng Hui picked a piece of tofu puff with chopsticks and blew on it: "Alright, I calculated, I should get fifteen hundred and seven, how about you?"
