I Smashed the Director's PowerPoint in His Face

The day I was fired, HR handed me a stack of papers and said, “There are more people waiting, so hurry up and sign.” I didn't have time to read them carefully before signing the last page. Three days later, I discovered that the page concealed a non-compete agreement: two years, with a penalty of 500,000 yuan for breaking it. The person who had orchestrated it all was Chen Wei, the director I'd worked under for two years and four months. He said, “Lin Wan, you're capable, but you need to broaden your horizons.” I opened my computer and created a folder named “Public Execution.” Over the next three months, I got a screenshot of the termination email from Xiao Zhao, the email login records from A Kai, a former colleague who'd been forced out, and footage of Chen Wei bribing a witness after staking out across from the karaoke bar for six nights. Each page of my fifteen-page performance report held a piece of evidence. At the annual performance review meeting, I hurled my presentation at his face. Everyone in the conference room thought I'd gone mad. But they didn't know this was only the beginning. There was someone behind Chen Wei. That person taught him what “broadening your horizons” really meant, and how to “treat pawns like pawns.” He sat in the last row, silent from beginning to end, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table once. What he didn't know was that I had a gun, too. My name is Lin Wan. I'd worked there for two years and four months. I had the most overtime in the entire department and the smallest pay raise. Before my father passed away, he told me, “Sweetheart, when you grow up, be an honest person.” I remembered.