I Work as Cannon Fodder in an Accounting Agency

I used to be the most standard "cannon fodder" of an accounting agency. The credit belongs to the leader; the blame belongs to me. I was the one who broke my leg while running, but I had no share in receiving the reward. The year-end bonus was cut in half, just because the boss lost money gambling. They thought I would endure it, just like countless mothers who have been beaten by life. But I turned every difficulty into a sharpening stone. From colleagues scheming to mountain village pioneering... I used my professionalism to regain my dignity inch by inch. Now, I've removed the "cannon fodder" label. I want to make a clear account of my life that no one can alter. This is my story, a true counterattack about turning over from the bottom and making new rules with your own hands.