At three o'clock in the morning, my boss squatted in the convenience store and poked radishes.
His high-end suit scraped the ground and his tie was loose. He said, "It's soft, but it's still holding on."
Then he gave me two million and let me live next door to him.
Bring your ID card.
Liu Ye, the man on the cover of last week's financial magazine looked down at everyone with a cold face.
Now I interrupt the "Boss Story" three times a day.
I said, "Boss, you have food in your teeth." He woke up.
I said, "Boss, you have Doraemon in your underwear," and he laughed.
I said, "Boss, your trouser chain is open," and something on his back was torn.
He discovered the pattern: when I am here, it comes slowly.
Within five meters, there is a three-second delay.
If it is close to the body, it will get stuck immediately.
Later we got married. Live broadcast of the wedding, watched by the whole network.
He knelt on the ground and said, "This is a contract marriage." He sang "Little Star" off-key, and his character was completely shattered.
The barrage went crazy, the hot searches exploded, and the "plot" that controlled him finally couldn't fix him.
Now he takes me to the convenience store at three in the morning every day to poke at overcooked radishes.
"Song Ci," the mole under his eye was very obvious, "two hundred thousand a month, date and night, package."
"Boss, this is another price."
"I know," he said, "so I'm going to take it in installments. For the rest of my life."
Purpose: Being true to yourself is more important than playing a perfect role.