My name is Zheng Xiaoqing. Before I officially became a white-collar worker, I was a bit of an angry young man with a baby face and a few swear words from time to time. I worked in sales, sales, and sales. I always imagined that I would become a great artist or something like that. I would appear on TV and criticize this and that. I would have a few graffiti that no one could understand, hanging high in the museum to admire. . . . . . But what I want to say is that I am kind-hearted, kind-hearted, down-to-earth, and look like I have experienced many vicissitudes of life. I deceived the personnel and the manager, and entered this company where the food was pretty good, and became a white-collar worker. From then on, our white-collar life began. . .