When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent. Including me who sent the wrong email.
Three years ago, Qingshi Technology went bankrupt in a bizarre way. 2.7 Million in life-saving money disappeared, the warehouse manager was nailed to the arsonist's pillar of shame, and the boss Zhou Wenbin jumped off the building in fear of the crime, with his brains smeared all over the floor.
Three years later, I was unemployed and bankrupt, and became a low-level middle-aged man who relied on running errands to survive.
Late one night, the system forced an order.
The person who issued the order was the boss who should have been turned into ashes long ago, and the place where the order was collected was the crime scene that had been dusty for three years.
When I stepped into the cannibal building, I discovered that all the insiders who had survived had been dragged back to the gambling table by a pair of invisible hands.
Everyone has weaknesses, everyone has sins.
The good old man who perjured himself for rent, the cowardly financer who signed fake accounts, the landlady who was forced to have a miscarriage by loan sharks...
In this meat grinder where power and capital intertwine, we are all ground into powder.
Everyone thought I was just a delivery boy who could be crushed to death.
But they forget that those who do errands are the most accepting of death.
I didn't have a knife in my hand, just a tattered electric car order. Today, I am going to use this truth that is three years late to smash the hell out of these beasts!
