The first time I met Lu Chenzhou, he was twenty-two years old and was the "King of Hell" account manager who came by air.
I am twenty-nine years old, and I am the "somewhat qualified" female planner in the project.
He called me "Sister", his voice was cold and as mean as a razor blade, and he easily crushed all the hard work I had put in all night into one sentence: "Sister, at this level, it's better to go home and sell sweet potatoes."
It was the coldest winter of my career. He is like a moving iceberg, his eyes can freeze people, and when he is picky, he is like the king of hell asking for his life. I hate his attitude of being a condescending young man who regards everything as a stupid dog.
Intention: sadomasochism