Shan Nina walked out and quickly headed down the corridor, turned into a large office, pulled a folded yellow plastic box from beneath a small desk, and began packing her things.
"Well, if it isn't our great reporter Shan Nina?"
The woman with wavy curls approached with a cup of black coffee, looking at Shan Nina with a grin. "What, did the Editor-in-Chief scold you? Why are you packing up?"
She swirled the coffee in her hand and continued with a smile, "See? What's the use of being capable? No matter how good your performance is or how high your evaluations are, in the end, you still built up the program and handed it to me. I even got a much bigger bonus than you did."
Hearing her, Shan Nina's hands paused slightly, but she said nothing and continued packing.
"Weren't your evaluations always better than mine? But in the end, I'm about to become the News Center Director."
The woman lowered her head and glanced at Shan Nina's box, the smile on her face almost impossible to hide. "And you? You're packing up your things."
Shan Nina sighed softly, packed away the last item, then looked at the black coffee in the woman's hand before looking back at her. "Do you know? When someone digs for food in a cesspit, no matter how big a piece she digs up, it's still shit."
The woman froze slightly at Shan Nina's words, then understood. Looking at Shan Nina's retreating figure as she picked up her box and left, she shouted, "Who are you calling a shit-eater?"
But Shan Nina had already entered the elevator.
"Ha..."
Listening to the hysterical roar outside, Shan Nina watched the elevator doors slowly close and let out a long breath.
She lowered her head and looked