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I am a product anchor who came out of the countryside. I opened a media company with my husband, and I hold 70% of the shares. On the day the total sales of the "Double 11" promotion exceeded 1 billion, my husband transferred 1,314 yuan to me. A reward that is euphemistically called "a lifetime reward". I was walking to his office to find him. My husband's new secretary and his "godsister" Zhang Mengmeng stopped me: "Sister-in-law, the company has spent hundreds of millions just to buy you traffic this year. It's my brother-in-law's wish to send you 1314! Don't bother him anymore!" "And as an anchor, you only You need to be responsible for appearing on the scene, and the company's money must be used for development. According to regulations, you should not receive dividends! "I pushed her away. "Who are you! Do you still need your approval when I go to see Zhang Bin?" But she screamed and fell to the ground: "Sister-in-law, it's... Brother Bin doesn't want to see you!"

The biggest mistake I made in my life was believing in the saying "A sister is like a mother". In order to support my younger brother in sports school, I dropped out of school and worked on the assembly line of an electronics factory. Two of my fingers were broken by machines. Because of my disability, I couldn't find a good job, so I could only help people kill fish at the wet market and feed the whole family with a stinking smell. Everyone praised his younger brother for his promising achievements. He had joined the provincial team and would win a gold medal in the future. I also think it's worth it. Looking at the wall full of awards, my broken fingers no longer hurt. On New Year's Day, my brother took his beautiful girlfriend home for dinner. I was afraid that the fishy smell on my body would smell like his girlfriend, so I hid in the kitchen and didn't dare to serve. I only dared to watch them talking and laughing through the crack in the door. The girl asked: "Is that the nanny who is busy in the kitchen? Why are those fingers like that? They look so scary." I waited for my brother to defend me. Even saying "That's my sister" is fine. But my brother just glanced at the kitchen door with disgust and said casually: "That's the hired hourly worker. Her hands and feet were dirty and she was interrupted. We won't talk about her anymore." That night, I poured all the fish into the sewer. Then he picked up the fish-killing knife and pointed it at his wrist.