I have a relative who has been honest all his life. When he was young, he was full of passion and wanted to do business, but later he just lay down and was indifferent to what others said.
Once at a family gathering, he said:
It was not until I was in my 40s that I understood the real rules of the game:
It turns out that pioneers, models, advanced, excellent, good people, assaulters, provincial awards, industry awards, team leaders, section chiefs, directors, deans, experts, professors, and even committee members, representatives...all of them were obtained by exchanging money or interests.
Someone told me a long time ago that those vase women in the unit, who have the word "leader" in their titles, or are entrusted with important tasks by their leaders, or have higher salaries than ordinary people, have reasons.
Those who have no ability and spend their days idling but are promoted early are all sent up.
At first I didn't believe it, but later I worked for a long time, saw a lot, and thought about various things together, and then I figured it out.
What you learn in school, what your parents teach, and the real society are completely different things.
I don't want to get involved in those maggot-like things. I really can't accept it and I can't deceive myself.
No matter what, we are not that kind of people. If we can't get promoted, we can't get promoted. After finishing the little work on hand, I won't do any more. Leave it to those maggots.
Every day in the office, I smoke a little cigarette, read a book, write some patents, study parenting, and every now and then, I will scold the leader with my peers. It's rare to have a happy life.
One day, the unit will go bankrupt, I plan to take the severance pay and go home to eat my old capital. Anyway, I have had enough of this shift.