Chapter 10
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However, the authoritative host in the past was strongly refuted this time.
The audience accused Olivia of pushing me off the stage and shouting at me to get out without any explanation. This was not justice but disrespect!
Her hypocrisy was exposed on the spot and Olivia was angry and lost control and cursed, “What do you know?! A bunch of idiots!”
She first cursed at the audience and then fought each other. The punch that Olivia threw at the audience completely ruined her career.
After that, the industry determined that she had emotional disorders and was no longer suitable for hosting work and no one hired Olivia anymore.
Frustrated, she vented her stress by gambling and she lost her house after betting again. and again and became a homeless woman.
Wendy was not much better.
Under pressure, she had to admit on social media online that she had falsified her academic qualifications. So she would no longer serve as the president and apologized to
- me.
And I was receiving olive branches from countless companies and I was too busy to handle them, so I didn’t bother to pay attention to her.
Wendy faced endless blacklisted accounts and tens of thousands of insults every day and was exhausted by the embassy’s pursuit of responsibility, which finally aroused her rebellious psychology.
One day, she posted a picture of exquisite afternoon tea on social media with the following
text.
#Afternoon Tea of a Rich Lady#
[A lean camel is bigger than a horse! Luxury house, sports car, Hawaii… What I have, the inferior people will never have in their lifetime!]
The public was completely enraged. On the same day, the stock price of Wendy’s husband’s company plummeted and that night she was beaten out of the house by her father–in–law with a cane.
In the hot search video, Wendy prostrated humbly for mercy, her head bleeding, “Dad, please! Leave me and give me a bite to eat!”
“Get out!” Her father–in–law hit her in the face with a cane.
Later, I didn’t know what means her husband’s family used to make Wendy leave the house.
The big boss who once oppressed people was now also squeezed out and was photographed picking up waste to make a living.
And the next time I saw her, she was beaten on the street.
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The person who beat her was the security guard who had helped her teach me a lesson. “It’s all your fault, woman! You made me also be cyberbullied and now I even lost my job!”
The security guard vented his anger on Wendy, who was beaten and screamed. Glancing at me who happened to pass by, Wendy’s face was full of snot and tears and she rolled in the mud struggled and begged me.
“Please! Call the police for me, I will be beaten to death if 1 do this again! I was wrong before, really, I apologize to you!”
After that, she prostrated many times.
Perhaps this was the reality of these days, which had taught Wendy.
She prostrated harder and faster than my parents did before.
And I pointed to a place not far away and said lightly, “Actually, you don’t have to prostrate, the police just happened to be patrolling here…”
Wendy blushed and was so angry that she almost vomited blood.
left straight away.
As for hearing that Wendy was so poor that she had to go to the trash can to find food, I was no longer upset when more than a dozen presidents stepped down one by one.
I was busy setting up my own studio, which made me more independent and able to spare time to help more job seekers.
I regularly upload videos to provide them with the latest trends in the job market and listen to their job hunting troubles.
I also used my account, which attracted millions of followers during the hot period, to speak out for job seekers who were treated unfairly and seek justice.
I set an example to make more job seekers understand that they should not kneel down, they had equal rights.
They must stand up! Fight for everything they deserve!
(The End)
