I Died Tragically in the Sanatorium, and He Was Having a Party at the Celebration Party
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Duan Chengze, my co-founder, pretended to claim my core patents, my partner Zhen Mingxi tore up my R&D materials, and my co-investors accused me of plagiarism. The two of them colluded and sent me to the Entrepreneur Training Center to torture me to death. My godfather, who has always loved me, clapped his hands and applauded me. "Who makes him ungrateful? We have cultivated him for so many years, and he actually wants to report Chengze. He is really an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf. He should be sent to study and reform." Zhen Mingxi sneered: "Meng Qichuan is just jealous that Chengze is better than him. He got angry when he found out that I handed over core projects to Chengze. If he continues to toss the company, the company will be ruined. "We don't have to worry about food and clothing. He still wants to take credit from Chengze. It's time for the nursing home to teach him what gratitude is." Three months later, Zhen Mingxi asked his assistant at the company's listing ceremony: "How is it going at the training school? Let him come back to witness the company's glory." When I opened my eyes again, I appeared at Duan Chengze's celebration party.
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