The man I call “Mr Zhao the driver” doesn’t have anyone to drive around now his boss and his family live in London but he has been employed by that family for many years so is the most trusted employee. 
Mr Zhao does odd jobs around the office and comunicates with the management office. He has very few jobs so he likes the little he has to do, very well.
He has taken it upon himself to construct a metal cage over the stairwell to the office. I hate it because it makes me feellike I’m in a cage but he thinks it’s a good idea for enhanced security and has plans to place a cage around the whole building (I kid you not!). On Thursday I found Mr Zhao balancing on top of his cage on a piece holding a paint brush in one hand, a tin of paint in the other and a fag hanging out of his mouth. Now that’s what I call clever.
However the following day he was not so jolly. There has been a rainwater problem in the programming room and water is running down the walls after a heavy downpour (plenty of them at this time of year). 
He had demanded that the management office fix it but they had done it in a shoddy fashion and water was still coming in. He needed someone to sound off at but because my Chinese was not up to that standard he picked Helen who shares the office with me. She had to sit for 5 minutes and listen to him getting angry. He still looks cute even though he was in a foul mood.