"Uncle Chen, please take a seat too!" Tang Wan picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of hot tea.
...
After the four of them took their seats, the couple opposite Tang Wan, unfamiliar with her, had been harsh with their words just before, but now looked at each other, seemingly not knowing how to begin.
"Besides compensating six months' salary and paying your social security and all that, another 150,000 yuan in bonus money, these are your demands, right?" Tang Wan held her cup of tea, drinking it slowly and methodically.
Her voice was gentle, yet her presence was commanding; sitting there, she was untouchable.
The woman nudged the man beside her, signaling him to speak.
Deng Shuo coughed, "That project of ours succeeded, so our year-end bonus won't be less than 150,000 yuan. Our demands aren't too much."
