At the opening ceremony of my new company, my wife’s assistant took my place as the ribbon cutter.
In front of cameras broadcasting across the internet, Fu Jing openly mocked me.
"Zheng Muye, you're just some lousy driver. What makes you think you can represent the company and cut the ribbon? Letting you do it would embarrass the company."
The whole venue fell silent, everyone waiting to see me make a fool of myself.
I was the company's new-car inspector, but in his mouth I was just some lousy driver. Before I could even respond, someone sided with Fu Jing and took the lead in insulting me.
"Exactly. All you do at the company is drive people around and pick up clients. You're just support staff at best. How could you be the one to cut the ribbon for the new company?"
"Assistant Fu has a great image and a master's degree. He's nothing like you, with your mere bachelor's degree from a few years ago."
Hearing their praise, Fu Jing was delighted.
"You should be grateful the boss was kind enough to make you a driver. And you still dream of cutting the ribbon? Take a good look at yourself and ask whether you're even fit for it!"
My wife, the company owner, hadn't said a word. I walked up to her and demanded,
"Do you also think I'm not fit to represent the company and cut the ribbon?"
