I worked undercover in that company for three full years.
Every morning, I sat at the corner desk with a frayed old leather bag. I was called "Xiao Lin", ignored, disliked, and treated as a transparent person.
In the past three years, I watched Chen Bo transfer the company's money step by step, watched Sun Mingyuan's salary squeeze until he couldn't breathe, and watched old employees being dismissed one after another.
I remember them all.
Today, he fired me in front of the entire company.
After reading the dismissal letter, he turned and walked towards the president's office, his footsteps proud and sure.
What he doesn't know is——
I just signed the purchase contract for this building last night.
The name stamped is mine.
