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When I woke up, I actually wore it. Before I could complain, I heard the crackle of bullets. As the gunshots rang out, the people who fell one after another pressed me down, protecting me...

The company doesn't have a holiday during Qingming Festival, so the boss drags everyone in the company to his family's ancestral graves. We each wear mourning clothes and weep and mourn live in front of the grave. The boss held up a selfie stick, pointed at us and cursed: "You usually get my salary, but now you cry twice for my father?" "Who can't cry today, and their performance for the month will be deducted, and employees who don't even know how to be grateful are workplace garbage!" The supervisor took the lead and knelt in the mud and howled. The number of people in the live broadcast room instantly exceeded 10,000, and the boss laughed from ear to ear. Looking at the netizens filling the screen with gifts, I sneered. You want me to cry? OK. I neatly put on my mourning clothes, walked to the front row and plopped down on my knees. I worked up my emotions, grabbed the selfie stick from my boss's hand, and put the lens in my face. In the shocked eyes of my boss, I shouted to the tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room: "Old man! You died miserably!" "Your son couldn't even hide the company's big secret for this little traffic..."