I Will Sell You a Dowry to Make You the Director of the Factory, and I Will Ask You to Clean Yourself and Collect Excrement after Divorce
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In the 1980s, I rode a big bar to deliver freshly cooked braised pork to my husband, who was doing business. As soon as I arrived at the factory gate, I saw large white characters painted on the large iron gate: "Illiterates and poultry are not allowed to enter the factory!" There was also a simple sketch of an ugly fat woman drawn next to it. Just when I was about to call someone, a basket of rotten vegetable leaves fell from the roof of the reception room, making me smell bad. The fashionable female accountant leaned against the door frame, painted her nails and mocked: "Hey, is this the yellow-faced woman who only knows how to farm?" "Don't get me wrong, sister-in-law, this slogan is our factory's current corporate culture. It is to remind everyone to learn knowledge. It's normal for you to be uneducated and not understand." When the husband heard the news, he ran out and patted the female accountant first. Hui, then frowned and scolded me: "Xiaoli is a college student with avant-garde ideas, unlike us old antiques. Don't always worry about it." The female accountant looked at the lunch box in my hand provocatively: "Brother Qiang hates greasy pork. He always asks me to feed it to the watchdog in the factory." "This time, you can just pour it into the dog basin to save me the trouble."
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