"Mr. Zhang, I have to tell you, is this something you can just joke about? On a smaller scale, it's your jealousy smearing Comrade Su, and on a larger scale, it's tarnishing the entire image of our department store clerks."
Yan Guohua looked seriously at Zhang Dongmei.
Zhang Dongmei was unnerved by his stare and couldn't speak out of fear.
"Comrade Xiao Su's family managed to win a bid through their own effort. Instead of finding the reasons for your own failure, you're trying to throw dirt at them, accusing them. That's really underhanded."
His gaze swept around the room and finally landed on Zhang Dongmei: "Since the rumors started with you, Mr. Zhang, you need to take responsibility. You're receiving a demerit, and everyone involved in the disturbance will have ten yuan deducted from their salary this month."
At these words, Zhang Dongmei's face turned even paler. Deducting salary was one thing, but why a demerit?
