The first thousand seven hundred and ninety-five chapters
The boss seemed very angry and smashed the drawing in his hand on the table.
He feels very distressed! One drawing can earn tens of thousands more! Now suddenly one drawing is missing, and tens of thousands are missing. How can he not feel distressed?
Baoer immediately shook his head, "No, boss, I really painted it! It was really torn apart!"
The boss sat on the chair and waved his hand: "Okay, stop talking, I don't want to hear it. I never look at the process. If your tasks this month are not up to standard, then you are not up to standard."
"Since the standards are not met, there should be punishment. This is the studio's rule. Don't think that just because you are the only designer in the studio, you have privileges!"
Bao'er paused and became a little nervous for a moment: "Boss, what do you mean by this? Is it possible that you want to fire me?"
Firing her would mean paying a million in liquidated damages. She really wanted to leave the studio, but she couldn't afford the sky-high liquidated damages.
The boss narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "Of course not, don't worry, I won't fire you."
He's not that stupid! Bao'er has been working in his studio for more than a year, and his diligence is obvious to all. The eight drawings a month can be said to be the largest amount provided.
This year Bao'er was there, it brought him an income of more than one million! Or even more. How could he be willing to let such a money tree go?
"However, if you did not complete the task this month, you will definitely be punished for violating the rules. Let me deduct your monthly salary. This behavior is considered serious, so I will deduct three thousand yuan from you."
As the boss said this, he took out twenty hundred-dollar bills from his wallet, placed them on the table, and then pushed them to Bao'er's hand in front of him: "There are two thousand yuan in total here, count it.
Bar."
Bao'er looked at the banknotes in front of him in surprise, but his hand didn't take the money in front of him at all: "Two thousand yuan? Boss, even if I have taken one less drawing, you shouldn't just deduct three thousand yuan from me.
salary!"
Originally, her basic salary of five thousand was already very small, but now, three thousand has been deducted, leaving her with only two thousand yuan! What can two thousand yuan do in a big city like Kyoto now?
My mother hasn't had the surgery yet, but she will definitely spend a lot of money after the surgery. She also has to spend a lot of money on hospitalization expenses, supplements to maintain her health, and bed fees! None of which costs money!
She is already saving money for her mother's surgery, but what she didn't expect is that her boss usually bullies people, but now he is still bullying people!
"What? Too little? Chen Baoer, let me tell you, I have done you a favor by being able to take you in! Tell me about you. Yes, you did graduate from a prestigious university, but your major is not
Design. You only draw manuscripts in your spare time!"
The boss slapped the table, as if he was very angry, extremely angry.
"You are an amateur fifth-rate designer with a name but no fame! If I hadn't taken you in, you would have starved to death! How can you still have money to treat your mother? Treat your mother!?"
Bao'er clenched her fists tightly: "Boss, I admit that you were kind to us at the beginning. But you can't keep bullying people like this! All the designers in the studio have left, and I am the only one left.
It’s here! Why would I have signed that long-term contract if I hadn’t seen that you were kind to us?”
"I didn't expect that you exploited me for more than a year, and now you want to deduct even five thousand!"
At first, Chen Xiaolan suddenly fell ill and went to the hospital. It turned out that she had lesions, and the situation was relatively serious. But at that time, she had just finished college, and Chen Xiaolan and even Baoer didn't have any extra money.
They can hardly afford medicine or treatment.
At the critical moment, I met my boss at this time. The boss gave them a thousand yuan at that time. But a thousand yuan can't do anything. They did an examination, took some medicine and used it up. They couldn't even do chemotherapy.
However, despite this, they were still very grateful and grateful to their boss at the time for helping them.
Just because of this thousand-dollar kindness, she still remembers it until now.
Even now, I have never forgotten it. Therefore, when the boss found her at that time, he told her that he had a studio that would not be able to run anymore. He knelt down in front of her, begging her, begging her.
Help him.
At that time, even Chen Xiaolan kept saying that the benefactor's favor must be repaid.
Therefore, at that time, Bao'er agreed to the boss's conditions, came to the studio, and signed the contract. At that time, she also questioned the fairness of the contract. The basic salary of 5,000 a month could only make her die.
There is no commission. And during the cooperation period, you must not cooperate with other companies and studios. It basically monopolizes her future development.
She had hesitated at that time, but her boss kept telling her: "This is not your major anyway, this is just part-time income. Think about it, in the future you will have a serious job, plus this
The income is equivalent to having two sources of income!”
"Besides, think about it, your mother is already ill! Do you still want her to continue to work outside to earn money? With this income, you can support your mother!"
For her, almost everything the boss said at that time hit home in her heart.
Therefore, at that time, she almost hesitated for a long time, and finally signed this unfair contract out of consideration for her benefactor.
At first, Bao'er thought that this was just an extra income, and she would have other jobs anyway. So, she didn't care.
What she didn't expect was that the contract actually stated that she would need eight drawings per month! At first she tried to find a job, but later she discovered that there was no way to work!
Because eight drawings are equivalent to a month! A month is spent entirely on drawing design drawings, and there is no extra time at all.
It takes a month to work day and night to finish eight paintings, let alone find a job.
Realizing that it would affect her work, she immediately contacted her boss and tried to reduce the number of drawings.
But what I didn't expect was that as soon as the contract was signed, the affable boss immediately changed his face.
He became harsh and mean, and did not allow her to change. He oppressed her and told her that if she couldn't finish the job, she would be compensated with a million yuan in liquidated damages.
This is in the contract.
Because Boa trusted her benefactor at that time, she signed the contract without even reading it.
I didn’t even know there was a column for sky-high liquidated damages!