In the teahouse, the fragrance of tea lingered abundantly. Even in a secluded private room, faint sounds of Pingtan music accompanied by cheers and applause could be heard from downstairs.
Yet, the atmosphere inside the room was as tense as a drawn bowstring.
"...You should know that the demands you're making are unreasonable," Chen Zhi's face was grave.
But the couple would not budge an inch, "The studio landed such a big project as a result of our collective effort. Everyone knows exactly how much bonus we should receive."
"Now that the contract is signed, using the relocation of the studio as an excuse to specifically disperse us, the longtime employees, isn't this just casting off the millstone after the grinding is done?"
"Asking for a bit more compensation isn't unreasonable, is it?"
Chen Zhi scoffed lightly, "Is there really no room for negotiation or compromise?"
