The Book I'm After

1 逆 Counterattack Factory Dog Pei XuanweiUrban1.6M Wordscompleted 0Votes27.2kRecs65.8kFans

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It's so hard for me! I joined the factory right after graduation. From an ordinary technician, I gradually became a squad leader, then a workshop director, a supervisor, a department manager, an operations manager, and finally I was successfully promoted to general manager. Now I even want to be the group president... It was really difficult for me. After all, I imagined this little by little through my own efforts. The real Yang Bufan was actually very ordinary. After graduating from three schools, he went to a factory and started a life of no return. The monthly salary is 2,800 yuan, and he works three shifts for a long time. He has dark circles under his eyes and a chicken coop haircut. Since joining the factory, the dreams I once had have dissipated, leaving only repetitive mechanical labor and endless bullshit every day. Since I entered the factory, my ability is no longer outstanding, but my waist disc is protruding. Ever since I entered the factory, finding a girlfriend has been completely out of control, and I have been given two titles: single dog and factory dog. Standing in front of the high-speed cable extruder, Yang Bufan held up the wrench and shouted loudly: "I can't stand it anymore! I'm going to counterattack!" Reader communication group: 959287805

2 重 The Great Architect of Rebirth King BirafUrban1.8M Wordscompleted 0Votes28kRecs80.9kFans

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Reborn in the 1980s and become the best architect in the world. Ruler of Dubai: Dear, can you help us design the tallest building in the world? French President: I would like to ask you to leave a new landmark in Paris. Lin Lou: Sorry, I've been busy designing the main stadium for the 2008 Olympic Games, so I don't have time! Book Friends QQ Group: 99343033

3 我 I Want to Be the First Assistant History Turns to AshesHistorical3.6M Wordscompleted 1Votes57.8kRecs150.7kFans

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In the 30th year of Jiajing, Emperor Daojun hid in Xiyuan to refine mercury and burn elixirs. Yan Song, the first assistant, racked his brains for a Qingci. The Anda in the northwest galloped across the Central Plains several times. The Japanese pirates in the southeast were addicted to looting. Zhang Ju Zheng was pulling his hair for flattery articles, Qi Jiguang was still kneeling on the washboard, Li Shizhen left the Imperial Hospital silently... The rotten things are still rotting, and the new ones are sprouting. The singing and dancing of the south of the Yangtze River, the singing of swallows and the singing of orioles, Tang Yi, who came from time to time, with a confident smile, calmly opened a picture of promotion... Reader group: 284-427-642, waiting all day long, welcome to settle in.