Our boss is a professional scapegoat, a smiling tiger. He doesn't get things done but still wants credit. If things go well, it's all his credit; if things go wrong, it's none of his business. It's absolutely outrageous.
Our boss is a professional at sabotaging his subordinates. He doesn't understand anything himself, and he won't allow us to contribute. We have to listen to him, which led to the complete annihilation of our team. If he were a general in ancient times, our whole team would be doomed!
[Leaders are becoming like emperors, departments like militarists, colleagues like spies, processes like constipation, performance reviews like beggars, salaries like drastically reduced wages, overtime like the norm, recovery like eunuchs, performance evaluations like routine, and health is deteriorating – this is the daily workday of modern people!]
[One group of four people, eight hundred group chats!]
Listen to what's happening around you; it's more exciting than a horror movie!
[My eyes have a light in them; the doctor said it's astigmatism!]
My boss said I'm stupid, lol, that's a different story!
[The salary is meager, and the colleagues are all mediocre!]
[The desperate working class lying down in despair!]
In this interstellar age, why don't the working class dare to rebel?
The resentment of working people has always been great, from Earth to interstellar space, it is so consistent.
This scene caused the comments section to be full of complaints, with some even directly naming the boss and the company and cursing them.
Bai Su remained silent, because even a thousand-year-old evil spirit couldn't withstand this kind of resentment.
Xiao Zhixing looked sullen, because she too had been oppressed in the past.
To avoid recalling unpleasant memories, she watched Zhao Yunqi's replays.
A conversation between him and the Empress Dowager was discovered, and there was something interesting in it:
"Your Majesty, the Yun family brought their little fourth son to the palace to see me today. The little boy is only four years old, but he looks like a little adult. He is so adorable."
Zhao Yunqi twirled the ring on his thumb and smiled. "Is that so?"
The Empress Dowager's expression turned cold. "Don't you have any thoughts?"
"Mother," Zhao Yunqi said, his tone slightly harsher, "you shouldn't be worrying about these things."
"Shouldn't I worry? I'm afraid that if I die, no one will burn incense for me!"
The Empress Dowager's face fell, and she choked up, "I'm more worried about you. You'd be better off not being emperor at all!"
They don't even have any descendants, which is worse than ordinary people, who at least have many children and grandchildren.
Zhao Yunqi sighed, "Mother."
The Empress Dowager, clutching her handkerchief, suddenly asked in a low voice, "Tell your mother honestly, is that child... yours?"
Zhao Yunqi frowned. "She is Xiao Yuanshan's daughter."
The Empress Dowager was furious. "Do you believe it? Do all the officials believe it? Back then... I had someone check, and her birth date matches!"
Zhao Yunqi remained silent for a while before saying, "Back then, it was Xiao Yuanshan who sent her away."
The Empress Dowager's fingers trembled with anger. "If it weren't for the outrageous things you did, would we be in such a disgraceful situation?"
The mother and son fell silent, and eventually parted on bad terms.
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