"After all, working for others means your salary is fixed. How you're treated depends entirely on the master's attitude. If the master is generous, life is naturally good for the subordinates. But if the master is no good, you'll toil away just to barely make ends meet."
Steward He could hear the veiled insult in his words, and his face turned dark.
"Steward He, look at me. Had a bit too much to drink and can't control my mouth."
Tang Dongfeng feigned an apology.
Steward He forced back his anger, "Steward Tang, you're also left with no choice, right? After all, you're still working under someone else."
He shifted the blame onto Tang Dongfeng, hinting that Tang Dongfeng was only flattering his master by undermining others.
The gamblers around were all people of status, not lacking in silver.
They were happy to watch the two bicker, treating it as entertainment.
