Thirty-five years old is the last red line for the public examination. I failed the exam for ten years and worked as a takeaway to earn a living. I was scorned by my father-in-law, brother-in-law, and wife. The whole village laughed at me because I couldn't hold myself up from the wall. At the birthday banquet, my father-in-law said in public that if I could get ashore, I would toast and apologize in public. Everyone bet that I would lose, so I worked hard in seclusion and studied hard. I was eight points ahead of the fresh graduates in the written test, and I turned against the wind and won the first place in the overall interview. As soon as the announcement came out, relatives, classmates, and neighbors who had stepped on me in the past came to visit me one after another to please me. With the real power of project approval in hand, the respect that was once unavailable is automatically delivered to us. I do not abuse my power to seek revenge. I only stick to my own bottom line and protect my parents and daughter. There is no need to deliberately settle the favors owed to me over the past ten years. Time will have its own answer.
