C211 Don't make trouble

The young man slammed the table and stood up from the stool. His body was not small, and when he stood up, the space seemed even more crowded.

"Boss, please do me a favor. I really don't have any money!"

The migrant workers were on the verge of tears. They placed their bowls on the table and cupped their fists as they continuously bowed and begged for forgiveness