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... will be no wages received if Zhi Lan does not go to work today, but that she will receive no wages if she goes to work tomorrow.

Does this not mean, for Zhi Lan's boss, that there will be a free employee working for him tomorrow night? This was the reason why he was so "kind" as to let her take a leave today.

Zhi Lan clenched her hand tightly on her phone, and her other free hand was clenched into a fist. Her boss was clearly bullying people in broad daylight! However, she had a ...

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