In a city that was neither prosperous nor run-down,
inside an office building that was neither elegant nor old,
on a floor neither high nor low,
in the neither spacious nor cramped office area of a company that was neither large nor small,
a middle-aged employee who was neither tall nor short, fat nor thin, ugly nor handsome carried a cup of coffee that was neither hot nor cold, strong nor weak, bitter nor sweet, and walked over to a familiar coworker.
"Hey! Lao Gao, it's already noon. You're still working?"
"Ugh! What else can I do if I don't work? That bastard Minister gave me so much work, there's no way I can finish it in one day. If I don't hurry, I can forget about getting off work on time again today. But why are you so relaxed? I remember you got no less work than I did."
"Tch! Even if you skipped lunch, you still couldn't finish before quitting time. Since that's the case, why not take a break?"
"...That actually makes some sense."
"It makes perfect sense! Say, Lao Gao, how about we quit this shitty job?"
"Shh—! Keep it down. If that guy Minister hears you, he'll definitely start picking on you again."
"I'm planning to quit anyway. Why would I be afraid of him picking on me? If he's got the guts, he can come to my house and find trouble. I'll kick him straight off the twelfth floor!"
"Wait, you're serious?"
"Of course! You know I've wanted to quit for ages. Every day, it's endless work and endless overtime. I'm worked like a dog, yet my boss still finds every possible excuse to criticize me. Not once have they paid the promised salary in full. They always dock some of it for one