My soul is transformed into a modern social beast, I am stupid. The Hall of Supreme Harmony becomes a grid, and the worship of all nations becomes Party A's pua.
The supervisor is a powerful official, the manager is a traitor, and his colleagues are all palace fighters.
The mortgage loan is like a queen, the car loan is like a royal concubine, and even watching a movie has to be settled.
I once dominated the world, but now I work overtime every day to change my PPT until I am bald.
In this class, am I right or wrong?
The idea: to use the absurd palace fight as a metaphor for the modern workplace, and to write a spiritual monologue about workers sticking to their true nature.