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During the company's team building, my colleague Zhang Zekai accused me of being a "free prostitute" because the tag on the cuff of my jacket was not removed. "Hey, our Mr. Chen who drives a BMW 5 series is also going to refund the money without any reason within seven days after wearing the clothes?" I stuffed the tag back and ignored Zhang Zekai who was angry. But I didn't want the team building to end. As soon as I got home, my phone started vibrating like crazy and the chat box was exploding. I looked at the link sent by my buddy [The male executive who drives a luxury car is actually a return party! The video of me not taking off the tag was secretly filmed and posted to the short video platform. I clicked on the comment section, and the front row was full of insults. "Can't you live anymore? Bro." "Isn't this car a gift from some rich woman? I understand." "Oh my god, this man is not sick, is he? Whose clothes should I protect from lightning? I can eat soft food but hard food?" I guessed in seconds that it was Zhang Zekai who did it, and sent him a private message to delete the video. Unexpectedly, he blocked me in the next second and pinned it to the top of the comment area: "Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing hearts! This is the so-called elite man." I was about to issue a statement to clarify, but just as my finger was hanging on the send button, I suddenly saw that the video had tens of thousands of likes. I laughed. If you want to make a fuss, then make it louder. I immediately followed a post: "The clothes are very good, I will wear them next time." Netizens immediately became angry, the curse doubled, and the popularity went straight to the top of the list. I put down my phone and went to sleep.

As New Year's Day approaches, the boss wants to rush into year-end sales. We are forced to forward the company's products to our Moments and send them private messages to promote them. If the requirements are not met, the salary will be halved and the year-end bonus will be cleared. I had no choice but to do as I was told. After forwarding it for a week, more than half of my circle of friends had been blocked by my friends, and there were countless red exclamation marks in the chat box. Unexpectedly, during the Monday morning meeting, the boss started acting like a monster again. "I received a report that someone is grouped into a circle of friends? Only visible for three days? Private messages are only sent to family members?" "Is this superficiality meant to fool me or your own wallet?" "I'll give you three minutes to open all permissions and make them visible to everyone!" Seeing everyone's expressions of embarrassment, I questioned, "Boss, the circle of friends is our private account. This is not allowed. It's appropriate." The boss sneered and said, "If you don't think it's appropriate, I'll let the right person do it. If you don't do it, there will be others." "Nowadays, newly graduated college students are worried about not being able to find a job, so I should actively respond to the country's call." This is a naked threat. I looked at the 380 relatives and friends from all walks of life on my phone. If you want to post it, don't regret it!

On the first day I moved into my new home, I received news from my roommate. "Xiaoya, I saw a drop of your snail noodle soup dripping on the stove. Please wipe it off immediately next time." I apologized quickly, thinking I was just a clean-minded sister. Ten minutes later, WeChat rang again. "The scent of your shampoo is too strong. It makes me dizzy. Can you change the scent next time?" Before I could reply, a third message followed. "By the way, I will help you collect the underwear on the balcony. Remember to turn it over to dry next time." I endured the discomfort and replied politely: "Thank you, but it is better for me to handle my personal belongings myself." I thought she would understand what I meant. When I got home from get off work, I looked at the 328 sticky notes posted all over my room and was dumbfounded.