Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Just now at 5pm, the little boss who took me to my house had another quarrel with me. He kept arguing with me and had three meanings:

I am a teacher, you must listen to me, and my arrangements have their own reasons.

I am responsible for the primer synthesis and reagent review in this laboratory. If you still want to work here, you have to listen to me.

If you don't want to attend the team meeting, you go to the big boss here to ask for leave. If you don't want to work hard, I'll go to your mentor and complain.

This is the first time I've been threatened openly. I took a week off to adjust my mentality.