"With the ledger in hand, the entire wealthy family panicked"
After being bullied for three years, I made seventeen accounts, totaling twenty-three thousand four thousand.
On the day of binding to the system, I tore up the expense report form with my hands, stepped on the embezzler, crossed my legs and asked the president: "Provide or consult?"
The president handed over a black card, the boss spent money to express his love, the boss handed over business cards - I folded them into paper airplanes in front of them.
Until I dug out my father's account books from fifteen years ago and saw the words "hush money."
It turned out that my father was killed by them.
The day he blocked the knife for me, he fell into my arms and said, "Forget it, live well."
Three years later he woke up and asked, "How much interest do you owe me in the past three years?"
I took out a small notebook and smiled: "Pay it back slowly. Is it enough in a lifetime?"
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If you offend anyone, don't offend the settler - you never know how much you owe her in her book.
