Chapter Three: The Cheapest Entrance

“You're insane!” Cheng shouted. “You're a waiter. What can you fight Chairman Gu with?” Lin looked through the door at his coworkers. “Every cent you owe us.” Su had calculated two years of withheld service charges: $386,000. A joint employee claim would rank ahead of ordinary debt in insolvency and help prove the company had been deliberately drained. Ajay came out first. “I kept every monthly settlement text.” Maria from the dish room followed. “I recorded Cheng telling us to alter our hours.” One by one, the others entered the alley. Yesterday they had mocked Boss Lin. They still did not believe nine dollars could buy a restaurant, but they believed their wages had been stolen.