The birth of "An Xiao Miao"

The cost of Aunt Zhang's help in looking after the children, Doupi's kindergarten meals, rent, utilities... it was like several huge mountains pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

I almost vomited after eating instant noodles. The smell made me feel sick.

That night, I finally managed to coax Doupi, who was exhausted, into sleep.

Lin Yu'an looked at the little guy's peaceful sleeping face, and his heart felt soft and bitter.

He tiptoed to the small living room and looked at the neon lights of the city outside the window. A huge fatigue and a feeling of suffocation that had nowhere to vent almost swallowed him up.

He needed money, desperately! He needed to vent, madly!

A thought, like a will-o'-the-wisp in the darkness, flickered in his mind—live broadcast.

In order to earn a living when he was in college, he once broadcast games on a small live streaming platform, so he had some basic skills.

Although it wasn't popular, I could barely make enough money to deliver a few meals.

Now... maybe I can get back to my old job?

But what to play? Games? He didn't have the energy for that.

Chat? Who wants to listen to a tired office worker complaining?

Suddenly, he remembered that during a college club activity, his friends urged him to wear women's clothing. In order to make people laugh, he pinched his throat and said a few words, and the effect was surprisingly good.

An absurd and desperate idea popped up: live broadcast in women's clothing?

Just...complain about the boss? Anyway, who knows who he is over the Internet!

Not only can you vent, but you might even earn some rewards to solve your urgent needs!

Just do it!

The "efficient execution" that Gu Lin tortured out was now used in a strange place.

He rummaged through the boxes and found a long chestnut curly wig left by his sister Lin Jiating and a cute pink coral fleece nightgown that she had forgotten to take away.

No makeup? No problem!

Use a watercolor pen to draw a teardrop mole at the corner of the eye, and then use lip balm to smear the lips to add some "gloss"...

I looked through the front camera of my phone and saw a haggard-looking "beauty" wearing an exaggerated wig, an ill-fitting nightgown, and a weird look.

Lin Yu'an was amused by his own weird appearance, as if he had found an outlet for the depression he had been feeling for days.

He downloaded a medium-sized live broadcast platform APP called "Xingyu" and randomly gave it a name - "An Xiaomiao's Tree Hole".

Introduction: Late-night healing (depressing) radio station, chatting about the bad things in life~

Turning on the desk lamp, adjusting the angle so that only the area above the neck and the wig are exposed, I take a deep breath, pinch my throat, and try to squeeze out a soft, slightly lazy "pseudo voice":

"Hello~ Good evening, this is An Xiao Miao~"

When the voice came out, he even got goosebumps, but inexplicably... he felt a little bit high?

The live broadcast room was empty.

Lin Yu'an didn't care, he just wanted to vent.

"Oh, Xiao Miao is so exhausted today!" He pinched his throat and started complaining in an exaggerated tone, "Do you know? Xiao Miao's boss is not a human! He's a devil! The reincarnation of the King of Hell!"

He began to describe Gu Lin's "atrocities" in vivid detail, of course, omitting the company and name, and replacing them with "Iceberg Devil":

"He drinks coffee to an exact 89.5 degrees! The fat is 3mm thick! I suspect his tongue is made of a thermometer and a vernier caliper!"

"He asked me to sort through a mountain of documents in half an hour! Zero mistakes! My fingers were tapping away, and he said I was too slow! Too slow!!"

"He was so violent in the meeting! He scolded those big guys like they were his grandsons! I didn't dare to breathe next to him, for fear that he would notice me, a nobody!"

"He's like a walking stopwatch! He'll deduct points if someone's even 17 seconds late! 17 seconds! That's just the blink of an eye!"

"The most terrifying thing is! He hasn't paid me for half a month! I can barely afford to eat! I can only eat instant noodles every day. The smell of instant noodles makes me want to vomit. Woo woo woo..."

Lin Yu'an became more and more engaged as he spoke, pouring out all the frustration, depression, anger, and guilt towards Doupi that he had felt for the past half month through the virtual identity of "An Xiaomiao".

His soft, tearful voice portrayed the "Iceberg Devil" as both terrifying and a bit absurdly funny.

Something magical happened.

Maybe late-night viewers just love this kind of "social animal rants," maybe it's Lin Yu'an's miserable, yet desperately trying to be funny that's funny, or maybe it's the pinched "fake voice" that's unexpectedly cute...

The number of people in the live broadcast room began to rise slowly.

[Holy crap! 89.5-degree coffee? Is the boss a scientific geek?]

[Deductions for 17 seconds? This boss is the reincarnation of Zhou Pa Pi!]

[Pet my little cat, I feel bad for you! This boss is so perverted!]

[Hahahaha, a walking stopwatch! I'm dying of laughter!]

[Instant noodle lovers, hold on! Little kitty, hold on!]

[The host's voice is so soft and cute. She's been bullied so badly. Give her a little rocket to comfort her!]

[+1! Give me a tip! Kill that boss Zhou Paopi!]

Little gifts started floating on the screen!

Although the value is not high, it adds up to a lot!

A "little rocket", an "airplane", and a few "little hearts"... Lin Yu'an was stunned as he looked at the numbers jumping in the background and the warm comments.

A strange warmth, mixed with an absurd sense of accomplishment, surged into my heart.

It turns out... you can really make money by complaining about your boss?

And...it seems pretty cool?

"Thank you, 'Meow Meow Guards', for the rockets! Thank you, 'Zhou Pa Pi Zhi' for the planes! Woohoo, you guys are so kind!"

An Xiao Miao's voice became softer, with a hint of "touched" tears in her voice, "Xiao Miao will be strong! For... for the sake of buying cat food, not... for life, Xiao Miao will continue to survive under the clutches of the devil, and will continue to bring you frontline complaints! See you tomorrow at An Xiao Miao's tree hole at the same time! Bye~"

Turn off the live broadcast, take off the wig, and remove the teardrop mole.

Lin Yu'an looked at the reward income equivalent to dozens of RMB displayed in the background, and breathed a long sigh of relief. The first smile that came from the heart in half a month appeared on his face, which was a bit cunning and tired.

Although my body was still as tired as a dead dog, the heavy feeling in my heart seemed to have dissipated a little with those complaints.

And...it seems like I've found the whereabouts of Doupi's bear biscuits?

He looked at himself in the mirror, dressed in men's clothes again, looking haggard, but with a brighter look in his eyes.

He murmured, "Gu Lin, ah Gu Lin, you torture me during the day, and I, 'An Xiao Miao,' complain about you at night... Does this count as... even?"

The next day.

On the 28th floor of Gu Group, the air was filled with a silent smell of gunpowder.

It’s 2:55 p.m., and there are still five minutes left before the emergency video conference with an important overseas supplier is to begin.

Lin Yu'an stood at the door of the president's office like a taut string, holding the last supplementary agreement that needed Gu Lin's review and signature.

This agreement involves fine-tuning a key parameter. It just arrived from the Legal Department and is scorching hot.

The internal phone rang, and Gu Lin's cold voice came out: "Come in."

Lin Yu'an pushed the door open and placed the agreement respectfully in front of Gu Lin. "Mr. Gu, this is the supplementary agreement with NexTech. The legal department has just confirmed the final version, and you need to sign it. The meeting will start in three minutes."

Gu Lin didn't even raise his head, his eyes scanning the document sharply, and his slender fingers slid across the touchpad to compare the electronic version.

He is extremely fast, like a sophisticated scanner.

Lin Yu'an held his breath and prayed that nothing unexpected would happen.

Suddenly, Gu Lin's fingers stopped.

He raised his eyes, his cold gaze piercing Lin Yu'an like a scalpel. His voice was smooth, yet filled with immense force:

"Page 3, Article 17, Paragraph 2. 'Suppliers must ensure the stability of components in extreme temperature environments.' The electronic version is marked as 'extreme temperature environment (-40°C to +85°C)'."

He paused, then pointed his finger at the paper copy Lin Yu'an brought in. "Your copy is missing the word 'environment' after 'extreme'. It only says 'extreme temperature'."

Lin Yu'an's heart skipped a beat!

He immediately looked at the copy he had printed.

Sure enough! When he was hurriedly printing and binding, on the line of page 3, perhaps because the printer had jammed or his hand had trembled while binding, the word "environment" was printed extremely blurry, almost like a small blob of ink. Without a close look, it was impossible to distinguish it!

Strictly speaking, these two words are missing!