"Hey, my year-end bonus was 500 bucks more. Did you guys get any extra?" Wang Yong asked suspiciously.
"I also got an extra 500 bucks."
Luo Fei explained, "That 500 bucks is from the police team. Zhao Donglai said that in the past, everyone wasn't very satisfied with the New Year's goods prepared by the team, so this year they decided to give money directly to everyone to buy their own stuff, and the team won't distribute New Year's goods."
"So that's how it is. Well, that's good too. Last year, the team handed out cured sausages and the taste was something my family couldn't handle at all. We ended up feeding it all to our dog, and it got a lot fatter," Zhaocheng nodded in agreement.
"That's the reasoning, but without those New Year's goods, it feels like something's missing!" Wang Yong said.
"Isn't there still the New Year's goods from the office? New Year's goods are just for show; real money is the true deal."
