The Night I Died Suddenly After Rebirth, I Just Went Crazy When I Went to Work

In my last life, I was forced to work overtime without pay, have endless opportunities to draw the blame, and was forced to take turns blaming others until I died suddenly at my workstation. At the last second when I closed my eyes, I was still revising the 18th version of the plan, and the leader didn't even say a word about his hard work. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn three hours before my sudden death while working overtime. The night is getting darker outside the window, the office is brightly lit, and the leader is drawing pictures again: "Young people who stay up late will have a bright future." In this life, I won't pretend anymore. Tolerate? Bear with it. Work overtime? Leave when the time comes. Taking the blame? Crazy on the spot. Painting cake? Directly in the face. PUA? I'm more crazy than you. Colleagues secretly admired her: "She is so crazy." The leader was shaking with anger: "You dare to rebel?" I laugh: I've even died once, so I'm still afraid that you'll ruin your job? Since then, the company has had a new worker who was reborn and beaten like crazy. No internal friction, no grievance, no kneeling and licking. I went crazy and became the mouthpiece of the entire network to beat workers.