I, the internet test-taker, was reborn on the day I failed the college entrance examination in 1990.
My top family members forced me to get married, and my unscrupulous leaders treated me like a weakling.
I flipped the table with my backhand. Whoever likes this frustration will suffer! Taking our best friend who was forced to "get married", we set up a stall to sell snail noodles.
My best friend is responsible for the ancestral secret recipe, and I am responsible for using Internet thinking to reduce dimensionality and attack.
Private domain traffic, hunger marketing, brand co-branding... I used modern gameplay to brutally destroy the antiques of the 1990s. The stall paid back in three days and became popular in January!
The snobbish relatives were dumbfounded, the local cowards were mad with jealousy, and the business boss personally blocked him.
Oh, come here! Watch me use my business conspiracy to swell your faces!
