Since this company is going to go bankrupt, what's the point of staying? Of course, you should leave as soon as possible.
The young lady happily logged off, and Mingzhuo also happily said, "Okay, the live stream is over, goodbye!"
Then, unexpectedly, he left the live stream.
Netizens: "???"
Streamer, you're being unethical again! I'm so angry! We all have so many more comments we want to send!
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Yao Mengmeng is a little fan who only does divination three times.
After watching last night's live broadcast, I've been having a hard time calming down.
It was such a coincidence that the county where she lived was very close to a town in the neighboring county, separated only by the Heisha River.
When she was a child, she used to go to the mountains upstream of the Heisha River to pick azaleas.
Yao Mengmeng works at a bank in the county. She got off work early that day and made a special trip of seven or eight miles to the old bridge over the Black Sand River.
The old bridge, whose construction date is unknown, has a simple and ancient structure, carved with river-guarding beasts, and is covered with traces of wind and rain erosion.
The old bridge serves as a boundary marker between the two counties, so even though the government has built several new bridges, people still prefer to use the old bridge when walking or riding electric bikes.
But today the old bridge has been dug up.
The police had set up a cordon, but Yao Mengmeng was on higher ground and could see at a glance the police taking out the skeletons of children from the bridge piers.
The sheer number of them is staggering.
From the discussion among the elderly onlookers, she learned that those were children who had died young in their respective families.
The older generation here firmly believes that children who die young are like debt collectors, and their remains must be thrown under the bridge piers and trampled by thousands of people to suppress them.
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