After I Was Laid Off, I Changed the Source Code of the World.

I changed an email, and the person who framed me was escorted out by security. After a period of job changes, the cleaning lady became a director of the group, and the grassroots salary was increased by 15% on the same day. Everyone is asking why there are so many bugs in the company's system recently. Only I know that a bug is not a bug. The comments I hadn't deleted in fifteen years came out one by one. The stray cat downstairs rubbed against my trouser leg today: "//Keep it in case it is useful." I asked who it was. It says: "//The first line of Hello World you wrote twenty years ago." My name is Lin Mo. Thirty-five years old. I dare not delete the code. The maintainers are here. I wrote a hundred thousand lines of distress signals in comments.