My 8 Years as a Prostitute - My True Story (Transformation Series Adult Novels)

First of all, I don't make a living by writing. I don't have a high level of education, but I am 168 meters tall. Here is my whole journey from a young girl to a prostitute in the past few years!

My online time is not very fixed, I hope I won't pollute your eyes!

I was born in a remote county town in the north, where transportation is not well developed, there are no pillar industries in the county town, and the only cement factory has closed down, which means that my parents are unemployed, and that is the year they lost their jobs, I lost my virginity!

I remember it was in 1998, when I was a freshman in college. When school started in September, the teacher who taught us physical education was from a neighboring county. He was about 178 cm tall and quite handsome. Think about how lucky we are to have such a teacher teaching us. I have always loved sports, but the subsequent setbacks made me completely change my attitude and view towards teachers and men.

I still can't forget the day No. 1114. After we finished our long-distance run on Saturday, we returned to school and all the students were covered in sweat. After signing in, I took off my sweater and prepared to go to the dormitory to take a shower. At that time, the autumn clothes inside were already a little wet. People said that I sweat easily. There were always a few drops of sweat on the tip of my nose. The autumn clothes were close-fitting and I could vaguely see my developing breasts. The teacher said: Your grades today are good. I was a little embarrassed because my clothes were wet and tight. I immediately hugged the sweater and said: No, I have been working hard. I see you have a good foundation. I will give you more tutoring in the future. Thank you, teacher. I’m going to take a shower first. Because many of us live on campus, we go to the library to read in the evening. I happened to meet the teacher in the library. Before I asked the teacher, he spoke first: I’m here to read. Yes, teacher, you are here too? It's okay, come and read a book. You should read more books since you have been here for a short time. I see you like sports very much. I also want to be an athlete. Not bad. You are very ambitious. I have some information on this subject that I would like to show you. OK, I am still very excited. This teacher is really nice. Okay, you can come to my office and get it.

I followed this teacher to the teaching building. It was past 21:00. The lights on the stairs were dim, emitting a faint yellow. When we arrived at the office on the 3rd floor, he opened the door and asked me to come in first. He came in later and closed the door. He sat down directly at his office seat, and I stood in front of his desk. He looked at me and said: It's okay, don't be so restrained, sit down. I took a stool and sat opposite his desk.

But he still managed to pull my panties off, and while he was using his mouth to rub against me, he also took off his trousers.

I didn't know what was going on at the time, tears were pouring out like water, he kissed my tears and touched me all over,

He was still touching my lower body.

I gradually lost my strength to struggle. Although the weather was a little chilly, sweat was still coming out of my nose. My nose sweats easily. The teacher just lay on me like this, and I cried in pain when he entered my body. He said: It's okay, it will stop hurting in a moment. I still clamped my legs tightly together. At that time, I really didn't know what else I could do. The teacher didn’t enter me the first time. I think it might be because he was very nervous and he ejaculated on my legs.

The teacher held me like this, and I just kept crying. Then the teacher picked up some newspapers from his seat and put them on the ground and said,

Come, Xiaoling, lie down here and I'll help you wipe the stuff off your legs. I didn't move and just sat there.

The teacher hugged me and said: Xiaoling, I really like you, from the first time I saw you... At the same time, she hugged me with both hands and put me on the cold newspaper.

I naively thought he was really helping me wipe the stuff off my legs, now I think I was such an idiot!!!

The teacher gently placed me on the newspaper and then climbed on top of me. Kissing my tears and saying: Are you cold? "It's cold." I was so stupid at that time. As soon as I said this, the teacher hugged me even tighter and said: It won't be so cold this way. He didn't help me wipe the semen off my legs. I could clearly feel something pressing against me from below.

The teacher lay on top of me and twisted her lower body. Suddenly, I felt a piercing pain in my lower body. I tore a corner of the newspaper into pieces, and the teacher was still moving. I was in so much pain that I couldn't cry. I said, "Don't move, it really hurts." The teacher just left it there and didn't move. At this time, I felt a warm current entering my body. The teacher's body twitched a few times...

The teacher stood up from me and touched his trousers on the ground. He took out a black handkerchief from his pocket and helped me wipe the blood below and the semen on my legs. Then I put on my torn underwear that was on the ground. I was numb to everything at that time. My mind went blank.

Some lights from the playground came in through the window, shining on the teacher who was putting on his pants. I really didn't know how to face him at that time.

Get dressed. The two of us just remained silent.

I said: I want to go back. "Xiaoling, I didn't mean it. I really like you. Can you forgive my impulse today? "I want to go back!" "Okay, you go back first." I walked to the door alone without turning on the light, opened it and walked out.

My lower body was still in pain. I walked slowly back to the dormitory. The lights were off. I picked up the washbasin and towel and walked to the end of the corridor.

There was no hot water in the shower room, so I took some cold water and washed myself. I used the towel to wipe the places where the teacher had touched me, and I no longer felt any pain. I could feel my body getting rubbed red. The tears of shame flowed out again. With the light from the window, I saw a lot of blood on the underwear...

I didn’t attend the next few sports classes until one day the teacher met me on the grass field…

I really don't want to whet your appetite. My writing skills are limited, and it has been many years. I am not a fast typer, so I typed it all bit by bit using pinyin.

I was also recalling what happened in the past few years, and many people advised me to give up. But I just want to write down some of my experiences, which can be regarded as a wish!

Some people may think that I am posting fraudulently, but what is the point of me posting fraudulently? If you have free time, you can take a look at it. It doesn’t matter whether you reply or not! This is not something you can eat!

Thank you so many kind people! Bless you!

There is no need for you to sympathize with me when you read this post. Just treat me as a joke. We are all strangers and no one knows each other!

I'm just a walking corpse, a disabled person, a mentally ill pervert.

Who can understand how a discriminated group lives? ? ? Do you know what it feels like to be discriminated against?

Call me a pervert, I am not a human being, I am just used to hearing it, I am numb to it

Thank you for your support! Everything has passed. I don’t want to take revenge on anyone anymore. What good would revenge do? Why make it harder on everyone? Forgive others if you can. What's more, he is now married and has children. If I take revenge on him, won't another woman suffer?

I will not take revenge on anyone! Some people may say that I am cheap, some may say that I am stupid.

Let me give you an example: when you were in school, you would quarrel with your classmates, you might fight, or you might hold a grudge against them, but now think about it, do you still hate them? When you become indifferent to life, you feel that everything is not so important. What can money represent? Having money makes you happy, but is this money really yours? No, absolutely not! It is only lent to you while you are in this world, but once you leave, it will belong to someone else and you will have nothing!

People still need to live in confusion! If you look at the world too clearly, you will be very tired!

Just like a baby clenches his fists tightly when it is born, that's because it knows nothing. Why do we say that people let go and leave this world? Because he has seen through everything and knows how to let go!

We don't have training during the last class on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons. I joined a sports school, which is close to a reservoir. Our long-distance running usually involves running two laps along the dam of the reservoir.

This Saturday, after running, everyone rested on the lawn below the dam. I saw the teacher coming over and asking everyone about their running situation. I stood up and walked to the grass next to me and lay there, looking at the red sunset in the sky and thinking of my red clothes. It was really evil... For a moment, I felt that the sunset was nothing special!

"Xiaoling, why are you lying here alone? Out of the corner of my eye I saw the teacher coming over and I really wanted to get up and leave immediately, but the teacher said: How do you feel today? You haven't come to participate in sports these few times. You must hurry back. "We always leave first." The teacher said goodbye to some classmates who started to go back to school and said goodbye to the teacher.

This time the teacher sat next to me very politely. She estimated that most of the students had left and said: I am really sorry about what happened last time. It was all the teacher's fault. I was assigned to teach in X County right after graduation. I fell in love with you at the first sight. I know you are still young. I really like you so much... "Teacher, please stop talking, it's all in the past, I want to transfer to another school!

After a period of silence, the teacher said: Xiaoling, I know you are very excited now, and you can't listen to what I say, but I will definitely be responsible for you! The teacher took out his handkerchief and gave it to me. I took it in my hand and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes...

I stood up and walked towards the school, and the teacher followed me. I looked back at the teacher and said, "I won't tell anyone else about this, but I don't want you to come looking for me again!" After saying that, I ran as fast as I could, and that time I ran all the way home.

When I got home, it was almost eight o'clock. I had never run home like this before. My parents had gone out to visit friends, and my brother was the only one at home. Sister, why are you sweating so much? "I ran back. See, I have good endurance, right?

I went to the room, got my clothes and went to take a shower. Although the weather was a bit chilly, I still took a cold shower. I went back to the room and said to my brother: Tell mom and dad not to disturb me, I'm so sleepy and want to go to sleep first. Then I fell asleep...

When I woke up, I felt my head was so heavy and dizzy. I touched my head and it was hot. I insisted on walking out of the room and said to my mother, "Mom, my head hurts."

The high fever and cold that followed kept me from attending classes for 5 days. I spent the last few days lying in bed thinking a lot. My parents had just lost their jobs, and my dad was going to make his own bean sprouts. At this time, I began to think about not wanting to go to school.

Once when I was alone with my dad, I said: Dad, I don’t want to go to school anymore. Dad looked at me and said:

? "I've made up my mind, keep silent..." "Okay, I won't force you if you don't want to."

In the afternoon, I went to school and told my teacher what I thought. I didn't listen to the teacher's advice and went to the dormitory to get some clothes. I went back to school and said goodbye to you forever!

I didn’t go anywhere on days when I didn’t have to go to school. I just accompanied my dad to make rootless bean sprouts.

During the Chinese New Year, fellow villagers who had gone out to work came back and talked about how wonderful the outside world was.

On the fourth day of the New Year, I went out to work with my cousin, and our first stop was Jinan, Shandong.

After a night of long-distance bus travel. We came to Jinan City in Shandong. Get off at a place called Dayangzhuang. As soon as I got off the car, I realized how cold it was here. Although there was no rain. But the wind was particularly strong. It feels like a knife cutting my face again and again. Many women here like to wrap their heads with a relatively large towel...

When we arrived at our destination, we found that the accommodation was even more basic than our home. It was a newly built building. The windows were nailed together with several wooden strips, and the bed was made by putting together several pieces of wood used for building houses. The door is just a wooden frame with a rice bag glued on top for sealing. Alas! It seems that if I can’t change it, I’ll just have to try to adapt myself. In the evening, I went to the street with my fellow villagers to buy some rice, buckets, daily necessities, etc.

I started working the next day and first learned how to paint and do interior painting from a master. He first taught me how to lay the base layer on the door frame, how to apply the first coat of paint, what are the inside corners and outside corners, how to paint the door frame, how to paint the surface, what is magnetic paint and so on.

After more than three months, we moved to another construction site, which was a residential area under Qianfo Mountain in Jinan.

furnish. I met my first boyfriend Qiang at this construction site

Because the construction sites here are usually occupied by a big boss who receives the orders and then distributes them to several small bosses. We only received 3 of them, and the upper floors were distributed to another company. It's quite competitive to take orders here, and generally only the bigger bosses with a good background can get a share of the profits.

I have studied for more than three months, but I can only do things well under the guidance of others. My master asked me to take care of some things in the kitchen and bathroom, because these are not easy for general inspectors to find.

One day after lunch, I went to see a model house with my master during the break. Generally, after the frame of a building is completed, a model house will be built for consumers to see. These model houses are usually made by some masters who specialize in it, and the quality is relatively good. We can see how others do it. It's also here that I met Qiang.

A piece of the corner in the living room was knocked off, and Qiang came over to repair it. He stood up when he saw us come in. Feeling that his eyes were smiling, the master said, let us come and see, so that they can broaden their horizons. Aqiang said: It's okay, you guys just watch. After the master showed me the model house, we went downstairs.

A few days later, one night, a few of us from the same hometown went to the night market and bought some pancakes. I still miss those pancakes and beef ramen. I was eating while walking when suddenly someone patted my shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was Aqiang. I said: Why are you here? I just happened to come here to get a haircut and I look pretty handsome. Don’t compliment me like that. We talked like this as we walked to the construction site.

I got to the construction site and got some hot water. Because there were only some faucets on the first floor and no hot water, each construction site had to boil their own water in the kitchen. I met Aqiang again at the stairs. He said, "Come here and let me carry the bucket for you." Without my consent, he took the bucket and carried it to the third floor for me, then asked, "Can I chat with you in the evening?" I said: No, we don’t even know each other. Isn’t it because we don’t know each other that we have to chat to get to know each other? I'll wait for you on the rooftop, see you there. After saying that, he ran upstairs. After taking a shower, I sat on the wooden bed. A few fellow villagers were listening to the radio, the only entertainment here, a program called Fate Sky. I thought of Aqiang, and I went out alone to the corridor, and heard a voice shouting: Xiaoling. I saw Aqiang standing at the stairs, and I felt embarrassed so I walked over, and then the two of us chatted about some random topics. He is 26 years old and has been out for a few years. He wants to do it on his own, so he asked me to see what I think. I said I don’t understand these things and I don’t know either.

After chatting for a while, we saw that it was already past 22:00, so I said I wanted to go home. He didn't say anything, so I went back directly.

A few days later he was waiting for me at the stairs again at night. Thinking about it, he seemed like a pretty decent man last time, so we went together.

At the night market, when we were crossing a street, he suddenly held my hand. I didn’t try to struggle at that time. To be honest, it felt really good, but he kept holding my hand and didn’t let go. So we went to the night market. We chatted all the way. Our two homes were more than 60 kilometers apart, and he said he had been to our county. When we came back to our construction site and went up to the second floor, he took me to an empty room and asked me to chat for a while. He said he was very happy to talk to me. I saw that it was only a little after 21:00, so I didn't say anything. As we were chatting, he suddenly hugged me and kissed me. I thought of my physical education teacher. I pushed him away and said: Don’t do this, don’t do this. He didn’t understand why I was crying, and he would never understand. I ran to the dormitory, and my fellow villagers were still repeating the story on the radio.

A few days later, I received a letter from my cousin. The postmark on it showed that it was sent half a month ago. Our construction site was unstable, so the letter was sent to the office and then handed over to us. I heard that a factory in Guangdong is recruiting people. I wonder if I am interested. Thinking about it, the current environment is really not easy. The next day, I called my cousin's pager. I was very excited to receive her call. I also told her my own thoughts. She asked me to go over quickly. My father also hoped that I could be with my cousin. After all, my cousin was doing pretty well at that time.

I found my master and the foreman hoping to get my salary quickly and leave. I told him some of my thoughts because the foreman was a relative of my father. A few days later, I collected all the wages for the three of us, which was less than 800 yuan, and bought tickets to Guangdong.

As soon as I got off Guangzhou East Station, I felt the heat and the crowds. I took off my red jacket and put on only a thin coat. After meeting my cousin at the station, we set off together.

On the way to Tangxia, Dongguan, this also started my trip to Guangdong! It also let me taste the other side of human nature!

I got off the bus with my cousin at an industrial zone called 128. There was a woolen textile factory there and my cousin worked as an inspector, which meant receiving guests and accompanying them to inspect goods. My cousin had a good image and was a bit like me. I was assigned to learn how to operate a loom. I was a little uncomfortable when I first came here, and my cousin helped me take care of everything. First, learn the knitting techniques from the masters.

One night more than a month later, my cousin told me that she was going to work for another company. I was very surprised at the time and thought, how could my cousin want to change jobs when she could earn 1,200 yuan a month? My cousin said that one of our current customers hopes that I can work for him, who makes finished clothes. Because we only have hand looms here, they are just semi-finished products and are not very interesting. The jargon here means only the upper part. I didn't say anything either. Just go.

A few days later, my cousin and I were picked up by the boss.

A woolen textile factory in Jinmei Village, Changping, Dongguan. This is a Hong Kong-funded factory, a subsidiary of Hong Kong Wang Xinxing Group. The scale of the factory is not small. The boss is the vice president of this woolen textile factory, and his surname is Zhang.

My cousin was assigned a single suite, I lived in a room with six people, and there was also a dormitory with 12 people in a room. It’s really scary to think about it now.

My cousin used her connections to arrange for me to learn how to mend sweaters, and I thought I had begun an ordinary learning career, but this peace was broken on my birthday more than a month later.

It was my birthday, July 10th in the Gregorian calendar, and my cousin said she wanted to celebrate my birthday with me. Since there were only a few of us, of course I was very happy and excited that my cousin remembered my birthday so clearly. After get off work in the evening, my cousin and I took a bus to a dumpling restaurant in Changping Town. My cousin actually asked for a room and I asked, who else is there? Can't we just sit in the lobby? As we talked, we walked to a room. My cousin ordered a few dishes and we sat down.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Someone knocked on the door. After the waiter opened the door, I saw Vice President Zhang walk in. He brought a cake and said, "Xiaoling, happy birthday to you!" As he said that, he sat down next to my cousin. My face suddenly turned red. I don't know what to say there, but my cousin said: Why don't you thank Mr. Zhang quickly? I whispered, "Thank you, Vice President Zhang." Now I understand why my cousin calls him Mr. Zhang. So this is what the officialdom is like? There was nothing special about having dinner together, just chatting about daily life, and the vice president told a lot of jokes.

After dinner, the vice president suggested going singing, and I had no choice but to listen to my cousin and go along.

I didn’t expect that this singing experience would truly change my destiny.

We arrived at a karaoke hall, found a private room, got a dozen beers, a fruit plate and some snacks.

The vice president ordered a song called "Late Love" and sang it with my cousin. I always felt that the relationship between my cousin and the vice president was weird, and I couldn't explain it clearly. I saw the vice president putting his arm around my cousin's waist and that my cousin seemed very familiar with this kind of place.

I drank a lot that night, and no one knew why, including myself! I suddenly felt that men were cheap. My cousin was in good condition, but the vice president was already 40 years old!!! Until I felt that everything was revolving around me...

When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. I was lying on the bed alone in the hotel above the bar. My head was still dizzy. Why was I here? I saw that my clothes were still intact... When I was in a daze, I heard the phone ringing. I picked up the phone confused and heard my cousin asking me if I had gotten up and if I was feeling better. I said I had a headache, nothing serious. My cousin said: It's almost 12 o'clock now, get up quickly, I called you several times before you woke up. I could vaguely hear a man's voice.

My cousin came to my room and sat on the bed. I went to the bathroom to take a shower and my cousin said she was going to check out. After checking out, we went out and ordered some food at a Hakka restaurant next door. We drank the chicken soup with tea and fairy. I thought it was the best. The Cantonese people are really amazing. While eating, I asked my cousin: Were you with the vice president last night? He just left, and my cousin said calmly that my cousin talked about some of her things.

It turned out that the current company had business dealings with my cousin's previous company. This company had some unfinished goods so it outsourced them to the previous company. When they came to inspect the goods, they were usually received by my cousin. Later, she met the vice president... After my cousin met the vice president, he talked about his family's misfortune and actually won my cousin's sympathy. Later, their relationship developed to the point of sleeping together.

One night not long after, my cousin asked me to go out with her. It turned out that she was with the vice president and another man I had never met. The vice president introduced me as Mr. Qiu, the purchasing manager of Sanli Company. We went to a bar on the second floor of a hotel and asked for a private room. When ordering drinks, they asked me what kind of wine I wanted to drink. I said I didn't drink beer. I had a headache for several days. They ordered two bottles of red wine.

When I drank the red wine, it felt like drinking sugar water, it had no taste. I drank it all and took another one. They taught me to use the dice cup, but I always lost and had to drink it.

It was probably around one o'clock when I was unconscious and my cousin was also drunk. The vice president said he had drunk a lot and couldn't drive, so he helped my cousin to rest. By the time the vice president checked into the hotel and came down, I might have fallen asleep. I don't know how the vice president got me to another room.

In a daze, I felt someone taking off my clothes. I couldn't lift my hands at all. I raised my eyelids with great effort, and in the yellow light, I saw that it was Manager Qiu who was drinking with the vice president.

I shook my head and said: Manager Qiu, please don't do this, please don't do this. Now I think about it, Manager Qiu is really a gentleman. He didn't answer my question but answered it directly with his mouth. Is this what it means to be a gentleman and use your mouth instead of your hands?

I knew at that time that my resistance was meaningless, and I didn't have the strength to resist.

I woke up around 4 a.m. and looked at my naked body and Manager Qiu sleeping beside me in the bed. I really wanted to pick up a pair of scissors and chop off his penis, which would carry on the family line, but unfortunately I couldn't find the scissors.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower and used up 2 bottles of shower gel. I wanted to vomit but couldn't, so I picked up the toothbrush and brushed my teeth vigorously. I wanted to brush away the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in his mouth!!! I knew my gums were bleeding from brushing.

When I came out, I saw Manager Qiu lying on the bed smoking. Damn, men are so cheap! Why would even my cousin cheat on me? Why on earth is that? Is there still family love in this world?

I sat speechlessly on the sofa next to me. At this time, Manager Qiu put out the cigarette in his hand, crawled towards me from the other side of the bed like a dog, and when he got out of bed and was about to hug me, I pushed him away with both hands. He said: What's wrong, are you angry? I said calmly, "I'm upset, don't talk to me!" He didn't say anything and went to the bathroom.

I was lying on the sofa and feeling a little sleepy. Manager Qiu came out, took my hand and started kissing me. I didn't react at that time. Is it useful to resist now? Why do people always use relationships? He kept kissing my fingertips, hands, chest and legs.

He carried me to the bed and laid me down, still kissing me. I lay there like a big word, letting him do whatever he wanted. I seemed to see my parents arguing again, dancing, and beating me.

I remember that winter when I was in the third grade of elementary school, a pen was lost at home. Because it was my father’s favorite pen, my father searched for it for a whole day but couldn’t find it, so he asked me if I had stolen it. My younger brother was still young and not in school at that time. He was 5 years younger than me. It was impossible for my mother to take my father’s pen, right? Then who else? It's me. I'm the one who takes whatever is missing from home. Yes, I'm very naughty. People say I'm more like a boy.

My mother asked me if I took it. I said I really didn’t take it. Then my father picked up a stool and pointed it at my head and said: Tell me, did you take it? It's fine if you say you took it, but if you don't admit it I'll hit you to death with a bench! I was very scared at the time, and when they said I took it, I said I lost it at school when I put it in my schoolbag. 'Wouldn't it have been better if you admitted it earlier? Dad said to me angrily, "I don't want to make excuses anymore..."

I really don't want to live anymore. Why am I always wronged for everything? Why can't my brother do that? After being beaten, I lay on the bed and recalled the scenes of my parents beating me frequently. If my academic performance was lower than 85 points once, I would be beaten. My mother's beatings were very special. She would tie my hands with shoelaces, cover my mouth with a towel, then lock the door and beat me with a thin bamboo stick. The broom handle used to sweep the yard at home was made of woven bamboo sticks. Sometimes she would beat me with a belt until I begged for mercy. Thinking of this, I secretly got up from the bed, picked up half a bag of Fangcao toothpaste, and swallowed half a bag. I wanted to die.

The next morning, it was already past six o'clock when I was woken up by the alarm clock. I woke up to find that I was very unfortunate. I was not dead. I got up, put on shorts and an autumn shirt, and ran to the kitchen to start my day. I first opened the vent of the coal stove, started to wash rice and cook porridge, filled the pot with water, covered the pot, and then ran to the bed to warm up for a while. It took about 10 minutes before I had to get dressed and get up. Then I went to the kitchen to wait for a while and the porridge started to boil. I opened the pot lid halfway to let it cook slowly, and then I went to brush my teeth and wash my face.

I usually finish my porridge around 7:20, because I live close to school and can reach school in a few minutes for morning self-study at 7:35.

But I didn't go to school that day.

That morning I walked out of the house with my schoolbag and never thought of coming back. I was more than 30 kilometers away from my grandfather's house. My grandfather loved me very much. Because my family lived in the county town and my grandfather lived in the countryside, I walked towards my grandfather's house. I was penniless at the time, and my greatest wealth might be the two steamed buns in my schoolbag. When I passed the bus station, I picked up 50 cents on the road and started my day's journey. At noon, my father saw that I didn't come back for lunch, so he asked the head teacher where I had been. When the head teacher told me that I didn't come to class in the morning, my father asked some relatives at home and they all said they didn't see me. When he asked my deskmate again, he said that I always said that I didn't want to live recently, etc. Only then did they get anxious, and all the classmates in the class came to find me. Our place in the cave was a revolutionary base, and there were many caves left, etc., next to the reservoir.

It was already past 9:00 p.m. when they found me. I had already walked to my grandfather's house and they told my father. When my father came to pick me up, I was so scared that I crawled under the bed in my grandfather's house and didn't dare to come out. Only after my grandfather promised that my father would not beat me did I crawl out with tears in my eyes.

Dad really didn't hit me that night

Parents nowadays all hope that their children can succeed, and we can understand that. At that time, you could no longer use force to solve some of the mistakes of your children. Why couldn't you understand what your children were thinking? Why can't we guide children according to their thoughts? You cannot impose the unfulfilled wishes of your generation on your children! The children are also very tired. When I was in school for a few years, I wore the yellow military uniform that my father had modified when he was in the army. The clothes were all family heirlooms. I had no pocket money at all for school. I started washing my own clothes and cooking when I entered elementary school. What about the children nowadays? It's all about comparison, coquettishness, and premature love. Children nowadays have such a good school environment, why can't I be born a few years later?

In a daze, Manager Qiu's face flashed before my eyes. I suddenly hugged him tightly. He was surprised, and I was surprised too. I wondered how good he thought he was in bed, but what about me? I thought of all my obsessions, hugging him was just a reaction of mine...

Afterwards, Manager Qiu asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said no, he said, just follow me from now on, I won’t treat you unfairly.

Damn, this cheap man, just wait and see how I’m going to take revenge on you!!! I raised my hand and slapped him, then hugged him without saying anything.

Manager Qiu was stunned by my beating and hugging, and he didn't react for a while. When he came to his senses, he said: Oh, you are quite hot-tempered.

That night I slept until 3:00 p.m. and when I woke up I had a stomachache. I was alone and there was a note beside my bed. It was from Manager Qiu: Xiaoling, call me when you wake up. I'm going out to do some things. There's some water and noodles in the refrigerator for you to eat first.

I ate something by myself and sat on the bed watching TV. At about 17:00, I called Manager Qiu and he said he would come to pick me up in a while.

More than half an hour later, he picked me up downstairs. He drove here himself. Now I know it was a Jetta. He drove me directly to his residence.

He turned on the TV for me to watch, and went to the supermarket downstairs to buy vegetables and came up to cook. I was lying on the sofa watching TV. He brought me a pillow and didn't say anything. He made the meal and came up to ask me to come over to eat. There was a stir-fried pork with cucumber, a stir-fried Shanghai green, and a cold dish bought from the supermarket. I had a stomachache and had no appetite, so I ate half a bowl of rice and went back to watch TV. He went to wash the dishes.

Why would this man do these things? He came back from washing the dishes and told me to take a shower first, saying that my clothes were in the bag behind the bathroom door.

I went to the bathroom and saw the newly bought clothes. I felt that this man was really considerate. If we hadn't met in this kind of occasion, we might not be where we are today.

When I was taking a shower, I found that I had my period, which has been unstable recently. I came out wearing clothes and pants but no underwear, and saw him sitting in the living room smoking. I said I was going to buy something, and he looked up and asked me what I wanted to buy? When I mentioned women's things, he just smiled and said nothing, then went to the bedroom and took out a bag of bread and asked me how come I had this thing. He said it was left by his ex-girlfriend. I reluctantly went to the bathroom to get some bread and sat down on another sofa.

He came over and hugged me and started kissing me, I didn't react and said: Not now. He didn't stop his hand and said: I'm just kissing you, I really like you. Do you like me? He fell in love with me after just two days of meeting me, but I later found out that he and Vice President Zhang had planned this all along. Why would the current boss sacrifice us for his own benefit? I am numb. I don't actually hate him. I just hate myself for having such a fate. I hate my cousin and Vice President Zhang. I hate this society.

He lied, his hands and mouth did not stop.

He started to take off my clothes while kissing me. I tried to push him away, but the more I struggled, the more he wanted me. I could clearly feel him pushing against me. I thought I had my period, so he wouldn't do anything else, right? The nightmare that followed made me even more afraid of him.

Why? Why is he like this? Is he a pervert? I felt horrified when I saw the blood on the pillow and my legs.

After he finished showering, he came out and said: Go shower yourself! I slowly walked into the bathroom and turned on the water very hot, which made my skin a little red. I washed away the blood on my legs, the semen that had flowed out, and the last bit of hope for human favors. I wanted to take revenge on men, and Manager Qiu was the first target I chose. I wanted to find out why he could be a professor during the day but become a beast at night? I must figure it out!

I decided not to go back to work. I want to change a company and change my destiny.

So I lived in Manager Qiu's house for half a month without going to work, watching him go out for social events every night. By chance, I found that his monthly salary was more than 4,000 yuan on his pay slip. How could he have enough money to buy a house and a car? He once told me accidentally

One time after dinner I asked him: Where did you get so much money to buy so many things for me? To be honest, he would agree to let me buy anything I wanted. Every time I went shopping, he would give me a few hundred dollars. He would smile and say: Have you seen my pay slip? It seems that the old hand is more experienced and he guessed it right away. I didn't say anything and he continued: When I just graduated, the salary I was assigned to in my current company was only 1,200 yuan a month, and I had to support my girlfriend and pay the rent... Was it easy for me to get the position I am in today? What can you do with that little money from salary? Even two social events are not enough. As a purchasing manager, as long as I continue to reduce costs without affecting quality and delivery time, what does it matter if I take kickbacks? Anyone who is in my position will be like this, definitely better than me? In today's society, people laugh at poverty but not at prostitution. What can you do without money? Some realistic theories made me want to make money again. What profession has higher salary? What can I do?

High salary? Want to get a high salary easily? Hahaha… He laughed and then said: For example, the salary in insurance is relatively high, as long as you work hard, you can definitely get a high salary. I asked him puzzledly: Then why do so many people change jobs and not work in the insurance industry? He told me the answer. Let me tell you this, women definitely have more advantages than men in the insurance industry! I have bought insurance myself, and when I signed the contract, the saleswoman was very enthusiastic. In fact, as long as you want to buy it, they will try their best to get your mobile phone number, and then greet you frequently and enthusiastically until you feel embarrassed. They will inquire about your financial strength and then formulate an insurance amount that you can accept. They formulated an insurance plan for me for 50,000 yuan. At that time, the saleswoman came to me several times with the insurance policy, but I made excuses not to sign. Three days later, she went to bed with me. Of course, I would sign the policy, and I understand that her commission is not low. What kind of society is this?

The next day I went to a nearby supermarket to buy something and happened to meet the Toyota owner from yesterday. He was also shopping there. We chatted for a while and he gave me a business card. He was the boss of a lighting factory in Baigang, Xiaojinkou Town, Huizhou City. His name was Zhang Wei. He was really young, probably in his early 30s. He asked me if my friend was okay yesterday. The first time I lied, I said: "My brother is fine, he drank too much last night." He didn't say anything, just smiled and said: "Come to Huizhou when you have time." "Okay." After he left, I bought what I needed and came back, still thinking about that manly young boss, am I flirting with him? Now I know what it means to be cunning. He was also with his friends at the bar that night. He saw us in the lobby. Of course, he also saw my so-called brother's behavior towards me. When he saw me lying to him, he knew I had a crush on him. I was really too naive at the time.

In the evening, Manager Qiu came back and we went out to eat together. When he came back, he said that he did not get enough rest last night and needed to go to bed early. He asked me to take a shower first. After I came out of the shower, he was watching TV in the living room. He got two glasses of water and drank them by himself. He picked up a glass and gave it to me and said, "Drink some water." I wondered why he was so nice to me today. And pour me some water? I was a little flattered and picked up the cup. The water was not very hot, so I drank it in a few gulps. I just felt that the water tasted a little sour and astringent. I said I would go to sleep first. He didn't say anything, but just smiled strangely.

I went to my room and lay on the bed. Why did I feel hot all over in such a cold day? He came in, lay down beside my bed and said: Do you want it? "I said I wanted to..." He covered my mouth with his and crawled directly into the bed. I said: What are you doing? "Don't you want it?" "I want to drink some water?" He didn't say anything and just touched me all over and asked me, "Did you take an aphrodisiac just now? Do you feel anything now?" A friend gave me some "fly powder" and I felt nothing except the heat. My last bit of dignity was covered up.

The next morning, before he woke up, I called Zhang Wei's cell phone number.

I picked up the phone and was about to dial, but thinking that I would have to leave my phone number, I walked to the public telephone booth in the store downstairs and answered Zhang Wei's call. "Mr. Zhang? This is Xiaoling. We met yesterday. Do you remember me? I want to go back to Huizhou with you." "Oh, it's Xiaoling. How could I not remember? Well, I'm going back to Huizhou in the afternoon, around 4 o'clock, and I haven't finished some things yet." "Okay, I'll call you at 4 o'clock." After hanging up the phone, I sat alone on the sofa. My mind is in a mess.

Thinking that today was the last day with Manager Qiu, I went downstairs to buy breakfast and waited for Manager Qiu to wake up and have breakfast. When I was leaving for work, I said, "Come back for lunch today. I want to eat with you at home. It's boring eating alone every day." "No, I have some social engagements at noon." I originally wanted to have my last lunch, but it seems that God is really not on my side. "Can you come back early for dinner tonight? I want to give you a surprise," I said with a smile. Manager Qiu squinted his eyes at me and said, "What surprise?" "I can't tell you now, I will give it to you in the evening." Okay, I will try to come back early.

I slept for a while and ordered a takeaway for myself at noon. After eating, I took a nice shower, dressed myself up nicely, and watched the time pass by.

I packed a few pieces of clothing, took out the remaining thousand dollars I had from the drawer, and then packed up the remaining clothes and threw them away.

I called Zhang Wei and he said he would be there in 5 minutes. I put on my small bag and looked back at the room, threw the key on the table, locked the door and left. What did I do? The place of dreams.

I wonder how Manager Qiu feels now that he has returned.

Zhang Wei brought me to a factory of his friend, where I worked as a clerk in an electric wire factory in Sanjiaotan, and stayed there for more than two years.

During this period, I didn't date anyone, nor did I go out often. Zhang Wei just acted as my little sister and occasionally took me out for social events, but when introducing me to others, he always said I was his godsister. At most, he would occasionally put his arm around my waist, but I knew it was just a casual act. I hadn't seen his wife for more than two years.

I had been with Zhang Wei for more than two years but I hadn't seen his wife, nor had I heard him talk about his wife. In March 2002, Zhang Wei's factory was in a recession and he was very depressed.

One night he asked me out, and on the island he told me about his family affairs for the first time.

It turned out that Zhang Wei's wife was assigned to the company's Canadian headquarters for training for one and a half years just over a year after their marriage. Zhang Wei and his wife were classmates in college. Later, Zhang Wei started his own business, and his wife came to Shenzhen to work for a Canadian-affiliated company with a very high salary. In the second year after we got married, my wife went for training. At first, we made two phone calls and chatted online a week, but later it became less and less. His wife would send money to support Zhang Wei every month. After all, it was a new start for the company and everything was difficult...

Later, I still sent the money every month, but the phone calls and contacts became less and less frequent. Because of the time difference, it was difficult to see my wife online.

Later, at a party, an old classmate told Zhang Wei mysteriously that his wife had an affair abroad. At that time, Zhang Wei did not believe it at all, but later signs proved his classmate's statement.

Later, Zhang Wei's wife came back. Zhang Wei didn't ask her anything and treated her as before. However, his wife gave him a divorce agreement. Zhang Wei didn't say anything and just signed it. His wife immigrated to Canada directly without asking for anything.

Zhang Wei no longer trusts women and has given up on himself. He can't understand why women nowadays are like this. Is money more important or feelings? But when his wife went abroad, his mother repeatedly asked Zhang Wei if this was necessary? Do you know what will happen to a woman once she leaves another woman? Love cannot withstand the temptation of time and distance. It is not good to separate so soon after your marriage. Who doesn’t have emotions? Men and women all have desires, and you both need to vent. Can you do inappropriate venting for a year and a half?

Zhang Wei thought of so many things at that time and didn't ask his wife a single question when she came back, but they still broke up in the end.

Later, Zhang Wei saw me in Changping and said that I looked very much like his wife Zhang, in height, face shape... except that I was a little younger. Later, when he saw how miserable I was, he wanted to help me. He didn't ask about my past, saying that he didn't want to ask about things that others didn't want to talk about...

That night I gave myself to him, a man I was willing to give myself to, and I didn't want any consequences.

At that time, I was just trying to persuade Zhang Wei to be more open-minded based on some things I knew, and he just looked at me.

Personally, I think: people live for decades anyway, so why should we take it so seriously? The more serious you are, the more tiring your life will be. What is the meaning of playing in this world? What can you do when you see this cruel society clearly? There are many things we cannot change at all, so why should we force them to change? People are really lazy. Some people may think that nothing can't be changed, but I absolutely don't think so.

People really need to learn to accept things. For example, you can sleep well on a truck, you can sleep soundly on a train, and you can accept the loud noise of wheels. But if there is someone playing the erhu next to you and the sound is sometimes high and sometimes low, you cannot accept it. Why? Because you can't reduce the sound of the wheels at all, but you can drive away the erhu player! Since you can't change it, you can only accept it happily! What else can you do?

Take everything lightly and just be nicer to yourself.

There is no end to the company's work. You have to know how to combine work and rest. You are always working hard, but how do you know when the work is done? You should know that if you leave the company for a while, you will find that the company can still operate as usual. Every boss has different jobs. Some bosses play mahjong every day, and some play golf every day. Some people work until late at night every day. What do you want? Later we decided to go to Nanjing together to relax.

A few days later, Zhang Wei arranged the company's affairs and we went to Nanjing together.

After more than 30 hours of train ride, I got off in Nanjing and felt its beauty. There were so many students. We stayed in a hotel on Zhongshan Road. We could see the Nanjing University campus downstairs. Everywhere was being decorated to celebrate the centenary celebration.

We went to Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum, Xinjiekou, Hunan Road and played everywhere together. We were really happy at that time and he seemed to be 10 years younger.

We were also crazy in the hotel. It's rare to see him with such good energy. He was so crazy that he was almost perverted. I really can't accept this level. I don't know what role I play. Am I just the object of his venting?

One time I saw a pretty pink skirt in Nanjing Xinbai and asked the salesgirl to try it on. It didn’t fit me well, so I changed to another size. It still didn’t fit, so I planned to change to another size to see if it fit better. But then I saw a purple one that I thought looked better, so I asked for the purple one to try. Well, the problem arose. The salesgirl immediately pulled a long face and said: "They are all the same, just try them on, every color is almost the same..." I was speechless at the time. How can I talk about being a tourist city if Huizhou Yingda doesn’t even have good service? I'm not in the mood to try on clothes, let's go back. I can't understand why Nanjing, a tourist city that is both an ancient civilized city and a university town, has such poor service attitude? And many stores are like this, such as New Department Store, Central Shopping Mall, etc., and the impression of a beautiful city has left a mark in my heart...

A glass of wine poured into a bucket of sewage is a bucket of sewage, and a glass of sewage poured into a bucket of wine is still a bucket of sewage. What a tourist city needs is service. Go and see what kind of service is like in Hong Kong? Think about it, people who come to travel generally spend money, so would they just try on your skirt for no reason? I am confused.

After a few days of fun, we bought a middle and lower berth on the train back to Guangzhou. I don't know how I will survive after returning to Huizhou.

We ate instant noodles and went to bed at night without talking. "Beep, beep" my cell phone rang, and I saw the message was from Zhang Wei: "Are you asleep? "I replied with a message: Not yet, I'm not sleepy. Is there anything wrong? After a while he replied: "It's okay, can we chat? "Okay, what shall we talk about?" "Will you marry me?" "You? What do you mean?" "Come down here." I looked at the time and it was already past 23:00. I tiptoed down and he opened the quilt and I crawled in.

We were lying on this tiny straight bed, hugging each other tightly with our clothes on, and he said, "Will you marry me?" "I don't know how to answer. Can I still get married?" I was asked so suddenly that I just hugged him without saying anything. I don't know how tears came out. He kissed my tears. I could clearly feel your desire rising. We sneaked to the bathroom and we were crazy that time.

I arrived in Guangzhou at about 6:00 in the morning and waited to transfer to the early bus in Huizhou. It was already about 11:00 when I arrived in Huizhou.

I don't know if it's because of the night wind that I caught a cold when I got back and I kept coughing all day.

Until that time I didn't come to good friends, I was pregnant.

Why haven’t my good friends come over in the past few days? Will it be more than 10 days late? I bought a test paper and found out I was pregnant. I was shocked. I called Zhang Wei and told him I was pregnant. He was silent for a while and told me to go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow.

The next morning, I went to the central hospital for a physical examination without eating. The examination proved that I was indeed pregnant. During the B-ultrasound, the doctor said that there was something wrong with my gallbladder. It was really painful to do the B-ultrasound. I drank two bottles of mineral water. The doctor said that the hairs on the wall of the gallbladder were coarse and there was a bright spot inside. It was a gallbladder polyp combined with cholecystitis and a mass in the liver and spleen. Anyway, it was not good, and there was no medicine to cure this disease. I had to check again in 3 months. If the bright spot gets bigger again, I would have to remove my gallbladder to prevent cancer...

I didn't tell Zhang Wei the result. After I came back, Zhang Wei said he respected my opinion on whether to have a child or not. Seeing his intention, I knew that men should give him a way out, so I said, "I'll think about it for a few days. I want to have a good rest these few days." He said okay, he just came back to the company and there are many things to deal with. If there is anything, just call him

After he left, I secretly bought Hanzhuting to take. I had to take two tablets at first, then one tablet, and then one tablet every 12 hours. After taking it, I felt very nauseous and wanted to vomit. I also had bloating and pain in my lower abdomen and uterine bleeding. After the abortion, my body was completely exhausted, and I had a cold that didn't heal.

When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital bed.

A budding child was aborted, and I also aborted my own body.

It turned out that no one answered Zhang Wei's phone calls, and he came to check on me because he was afraid that something had happened to me. He saw me lying unconscious in the toilet and immediately sent me to the hospital. The doctor said that I was lucky and if he had come half an hour later, I would have died.

I was very touched that Zhang Wei still had me in his heart, but I knew that Zhang Wei would not marry me. He said marriage was just a joke. Maybe he really wanted to get married at that time, but would this idea last long?

A man’s sweet words in bed are not credible, but sweet words in bed do create an atmosphere of temporary sublimation of love. Why should a woman believe them? I think the stupidest woman is the one who listens to a man’s sweet words in bed and then seriously asks him for a commitment.

My extreme physical weakness forced me to lie down for a week before I could get up. After I was discharged from the hospital, Zhang Wei wanted to celebrate for me, so we went to Shangdao to eat Western food. I sat down on the sofa near the inside. During the meal, he said: Xiaoling, it's all my fault. I made you suffer so much. Let me take care of you from now on, okay? Marry me! I can tell the rogue in this statement, marry me? I don't want people to get married with regrets, and don't get married just because you feel guilty. What I want is life, not sympathy. Your marriage to me is a relationship of the strong against the weak... I said, "Can you give me three months to think about it?" Three months can allow a mature man to ponder what he should do! Can we not contact each other for these three months? He said: OK, I will give you three months to think about it and I will take you as my bride after three months. I don't want everyone to have too many regrets...

At that time, I thought that if he could still talk to me rationally about getting married three months later, I would marry Zhang Wei without hesitation, even if it meant working like a slave for him. I was describing our blueprint for our marriage, and I was about to become a happy little woman.

But I ruined my dream myself...

I still went to work as usual, but I didn't contact Zhang Wei anymore, and I felt a little disappointed.

A month later, on a Saturday night, colleagues from our department had a dinner party at the Xiangxi Restaurant on the upper row. There were 13 of us in total. We went to the pre-booked room to eat. Everyone drank a little wine during the meal. After dinner, I went to the pedestrian street with a female colleague to go shopping and then to the snack street to eat snacks. We got off at the intersection of Wusi Road and went to the pedestrian street. When we passed the parking lot, we saw Zhang Wei's car.

What a familiar car! When we finished shopping and were about to go for snacks, I went to see if the car was still there. I happened to see Zhang Wei getting in the car with a woman carrying a lot of bags. I had seen that woman before. She was a business in his company. Her name was Xiao Hong. I felt very jealous when I saw them getting in the car so intimately.

I need to understand what's going on.

I asked Xiao Hong out for dinner. She was surprised that I asked her out for dinner. We had some orders for products from Zhang Wei's factory. We ordered some food at McDonald's on the pedestrian street.

She asked me why I asked her out for dinner and I said don't worry, I'm not a lesbian.

After eating, we went for a walk in the West Lake. I went straight to the point and told her my opinion. I said, "Are you familiar with Mr. Zhang?" "She said: "Yes, he is our boss, how can I not be familiar with him?" "I said, "You know that Mr. Zhang has always treated me as a younger sister, right?" "Yes, Mr. Zhang has always treated you as a younger sister." "I saw you two together yesterday..." Silence.

She said: "How much do you know about me?" I said: "A little bit." "Actually, we are both people in trouble." "Why? "She said, "I have known about your affair with Mr. Zhang for a long time. I could tell that you were together. I am the same as you. Mr. Zhang and I have been together for almost two years and I have always been his underground lover..." We sat down on a stone bench and she went on, "We met in a bar. I had just graduated and was living with my relatives looking for a job. I met Mr. Zhang when I was applying for a job at the talent market. I applied for a job as a salesperson here. My initial job was to prepare internal materials and distribute internal orders. A few months later, he took me to meet clients. At that time, we were working on a large project for a well-known company in Huizhou. We wanted to help them make some products, and I met the project manager, Mr. Li. Later, Mr. Zhang took us to dinner. After the meal, he asked me and another female colleague to stay, saying that he wanted me to meet someone later. We went to a karaoke bar and waited in the private room for a while. It was already past ten o'clock. After waiting for a while, we saw that it was Mr. Li who came in. We greeted each other and sang there. Mr. Zhang and Mr. Li were talking on the side. Later, Mr. Li asked me for my cell phone number.

"Later, I received text messages from Li every day, and he always arranged for me to meet him when I was on a business trip. I was ignorant at the time, and then I became Li's girlfriend under the persuasion of Mr. Zhang. I received the order. Of course, Li had more than one sexual partner. Later, I also had a relationship with Mr. Zhang. What does having sex with two men have to do with having sex with several men? Now I don't care about it anymore. Men are just like that."

"You are still young, just walk carefully." After hearing her words, I knew what it meant to see stars. I really couldn't believe this fact. Are all men like this? ? ?

I'm not in the mood to go to work. I don't know if anyone else in the company knows about Zhang Wei and I. I don't want his pity. I want to find a job on my own, but I want to ask Zhang Wei for clarification!

I called Zhang Wei and arranged a meeting place.

I asked Zhang Wei to meet me and he was very surprised. After I got in the car, he asked where we were going. I said I would just sit in the car for a while and I didn't want to go anywhere.

He asked: "Why do you want to ask me out today?" "

I said: "I know everything about you and Xiao Hong. What do you want to say?" "

He was silent for a while and then said: "What do you want to do? "

I said: "I thought I found true love, but I was wrong, we will never meet again."

He said, “Is there no room for negotiation?”

I said, "No, good luck."

I got off the car without listening to Zhang Wei's explanation. I can tolerate a man cheating on me and betraying me, but I cannot tolerate a man lying to me.

I called Xie Jun at the company. He had always had a crush on me. He was so excited to see me when he came to the city that he even trembled when he spoke. I asked him, "Do you like me?" He said, "I like you, I really like you." I said let's find a place to sit down, and we went to a bar on the lower bunk, ordered 6 beers, and drank while shaking the dice. I could tell at a glance that Xie Jun didn't often come to such places, and he always lost. Later, when I won, I said I lost because I just wanted to get drunk.

I had a headache when I came out of the bar, and I said I didn't want to go back. He said: "Where are you going?" "

I said: "I want to get a room and rest, can you accompany me?"

We went to the Four Seasons Hotel together. I told him the room Zhang Wei had booked for me. After entering the room, I took a shower by myself. When I came out, I only wrapped myself in a bath towel. I could feel Xie Jun's fiery gaze...

"Go take a shower, will you stay with me tonight?"

He came out of the shower with his clothes on. I sneered and he asked, "What are you laughing at?" "

I said, "Are you hot?" "

His face turned red.

I crawled into bed, dimmed the bedside lamp and turned off the TV.

He said embarrassedly: "Is this appropriate for us?" "

I said: "If you feel it is not appropriate, you can leave immediately?" "

He didn't say anything, just took off his clothes, got into bed and started to go crazy...

The phone rang. I picked up the phone on the bedside table and saw that it was Zhang Wei's number. I didn't answer it or hang up. I just hugged Xie Jun tightly and listened to Andy Lau's "God's Will" along with the ringing tone of the phone.

Everything is God's will. We thought about the phone call three times, but we did it six times. I started my relationship with Zhang Wei in this room in Huizhou, and I will end my relationship with Zhang Wei in this room.

The next day I didn't go to work. I changed my mobile phone card, rented a new room, and moved my old luggage here. I didn't want to see Zhang Wei, Xie Jun, and those people again.

Now I understand why companies like Zhang Wei are always in a slump and can never grow bigger and stronger.

If the boss of a company does not even care about his own employees, can he still have absolute reputation? Is he still a good boss if he even gives away his own employees to guests as gifts? I don't regret leaving Zhang Wei, because he taught me a lesson in reality. Yes, every company has its own strategy. Why didn't you find a lady instead of using your own company's employees? Just because they are cleaner? Or is it that Mr. Li who has this hobby? Such a garbage company is paired with that kind of enterprise, a well-known enterprise in Huizhou at that. Can these companies really become big and strong? It's a pity for those who have just arrived in China!!!

In a company with this kind of corporate culture, I cannot understand whether the people below can still have confidence in the company after knowing these things. If a company cannot even capture the hearts of its own employees, does it still have core strength? Without your own core strength, how can you compete with your opponents? Are you always relying on beauty to invest?

I have set up my new home in the city and am lying on the bed planning what I should do in the future. Is this what men are like? Is this society? Is there still a place for me? Isn't it all about money in the end?

Since it's all about making money, I have to find a job that can make money quickly! I applied for a job at a sauna + massage bath center, where I need to pay a deposit of 1,000 yuan first, which can be refunded after working for a full year. Then the basic salary is 800 yuan + commission! The commission for the first two hours of massage here is 20 yuan, and the extra hour is 15 yuan per hour. You come in turns according to your number, and you can't change your number if you dial the number.

The first customer I received was a man in his 30s. He came for a massage right after coming out of the sauna. I started the massage awkwardly, massaging his head first, then his hands and legs. The customer's mouth was full of alcohol, and he fell asleep before I finished.

When it was almost two o'clock, I woke him up. He said in a daze that he would wait a little longer. When he woke up, it was almost three o'clock. That night, I only got off work once at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. When I got back to my residence, it was almost 12:30. After taking a shower, I didn't want to do anything else. It turns out that being a full-time masseur is also very hard.

The next day at work, I received a customer, he was no more than 20 years old, looked a bit bad, with beautiful messy hair. During the massage, he kept telling some sex jokes. Oh! I pretended not to know the jokes that I already knew, and pretended to listen with relish. Who told us to be in the service industry? In order to earn a few bucks from selling my smiles, I held back. He would touch my leg from time to time, and when he saw that I didn't resist too much, he would touch me again. I tried to turn around to avoid such contact, but the more he saw me being reserved, the more he liked me. Men are like this, what they can't get is good! When the time was up, he didn't take too much advantage of me. When he was about to get off work, he gave me 50 yuan and said: You have a great figure, do you have time to go out for a midnight snack?

I said: This is our first meeting and we are not very familiar with each other yet. I still have to go to work. How about next time?

He said: "Okay, I'll definitely come to order your clock some other day. Haha, I like number 68."

I said: You said it, I'll wait for you

I got off work and sat in the lobby waiting for my number, wondering what kind of woman can capture a man's heart?

"68, clock in", oh my, why would someone call me when I just arrived? I went to a room upstairs and saw a man waiting for me upstairs

I started my work. If the customer didn't bring it up, we usually provide a formal massage. Even if a customer brought it up, we still have to be careful, fearing that some of them are undercover agents or reporters. I was massaging while listening to the customer bragging. After a few words, the customer touched me with his hand. He said that he liked the number 68 more. When he came over, I would just click it to try. Generally, as long as the customer doesn't go too far, we will tolerate it. This so-called high salary is really not easy to get! The customers who come here are generally of the same type. They don't have too much money, but want to eat some meat dishes, get a massage, make dirty jokes, and do some hand and foot exercises.

The main thing in our line of work is to have repeat customers to be cost-effective. A customer usually spends more than 25 hours with a masseuse to achieve his or her goal. That is to say, you come in for a massage, get to know her, become familiar with her, and then go out for a midnight snack after get off work.

We also need to use psychological tactics in this industry. We need to know how to capture men's hearts. A careful analysis of the psychology of men who come to such places can lead to the following conclusions:

1. Generally, men who come to such places have low incomes.

2. Want to make dirty jokes, flirt, or relax

3. If you want to date girls but don’t want to find those around you, at least no matter how ugly we are, we are our own gods and you can find self-esteem in front of us.

4. I want to show off my charm in front of my same sex. I have brought a girlfriend with me. It cannot be denied that prostitutes generally know how to dress themselves up.

5. Go out and find excitement. I am tired of the routine life with my wife every day. I want to relax and have someone to talk to.

It is easy to keep men's hearts if you know their weaknesses. You should dress revealingly skillfully, letting you see your desires but not letting you have them for the time being. There is nothing wrong with temptation, right? Now that you're hooked, is money still a problem?

I firmly believe that since men go out to play to seek excitement and have fun, if a man pays but does not have fun, he will definitely not come to this woman again next time. If he originally paid 300 yuan but had a lot of fun, would he care about paying a little more?

The men who go out to play are generally people born in the 60s to 80s. People born in different generations have different hobbies.

People born in the 1960s may have grown up with the idea that some people in some regions would get rich first. They made the choice of being a white cat and? Cats are also accompanied by the imprint of revolution. The standard of beauty in that era was long hair and plain skirt!

People of this generation are generally more generous when going out to play. They have already started to pay attention to their own lives. Since ancient times, people who live to 60 are rare. Isn't that what life is all about? Play as much as you can, and make up for what you lost before!

People born in the 1970s generally have more serious psychological problems. They were born at the transition point of the development of the old and new societies. At that time, breakdance and rock music all over the world awakened this generation. Now people born in the 1970s have reached their thirties. Buying cars and houses, the pressure of life makes them even more miserable. Isn't the term "house slaves" popular now? Buy a house? Why would you buy a house if you don’t have money? Our houses are built for rich people! Can you still have quality of life if you buy a house? This generation is the most depressed!

Since you are very depressed, the way to vent is different. This generation of people is under a lot of pressure at work, and they are usually more perverted when venting. I can completely understand their pain. This generation of people usually don't do it here. They all go out to get a room. They play to have fun. Can you release stress if you play unhappy?

People in the 1980s were relatively happy, with no mental pressure. This generation has completely different ideas from their parents. This generation is now living the happiest and saddest life. Cohabitation has become popular in schools for this generation, and they accept more avant-garde concepts. In this group, there are 22-year-old CEOs and 26-year-old beauties who buy BMWs and appear on Super Girls... Nothing that happens in this era seems strange.

This generation can be summed up in one word: "spending". If the family has the money, it doesn't matter if they come out to work. Anyway, when they come out, their parents tell them that they come out just to get some exercise and take care of their bodies. It doesn't matter whether they make money or not. I think this is a fatal blow to both the country and the individuals. At a time when human resources are beginning to decline, how can they instill this kind of thinking in their children? They usually come out to have fun. If I have a choice, I usually won't do it with them.

Once when I was on duty, a man didn't have much money. He had only more than 30 yuan left after paying the table fee. He asked me if he could not have a massage and just touch me a few more times. He really wanted it at the time, but he had no money. I said I would let him touch me for 3 minutes for 30 yuan. He happily agreed. Afterwards, he ran to the WC. Alas! Men, is sex really that important?

How confident are you in investing your feelings in us?

After working as a masseuse for a few months, I changed places. People in our industry cannot always stay in one place. After all, customers also want novelty. However, it is difficult to get back the deposit I paid.

When I was working in another sauna center, I met a so-called rich man, a Hong Konger in his 40s, named "Feng". He came to me several times, and twice I didn't complete my tasks, so he helped me complete them. I worked until dawn, and he slept in the sauna until dawn. Anyway, I was not a big shot, so I gave him the money. Feng was very generous and gave me a few hundred yuan tip every time.

Later, Feng called me and asked me to hang out. After we met, we had something to eat and went shopping. I heard him intentionally or unintentionally tell me to stop being a masseuse and become his lover. He could arrange a job for me or send me to school. He gave me three days to think about it...

On the third day, I gave Feng my phone number and we arranged a meeting place. He directly handed me a key, saying, "This is the key to your house." We went to the upper floor, xxx, without saying much to each other.

In fact, Feng is a very considerate man. He knew that I would agree, and even rented a house for me. Sometimes I find myself very cheap and feel that I can't afford the hardship. This is life. Have fun while you can and indulge yourself.

Feng used to have a wife in Shenzhen. At that time, Feng was in the early stage of starting a business. He traveled between Hong Kong and Shenzhen all day long and ignored his wife's feelings. When the child was more than 5 years old, he found out that his wife had an affair. It was also discovered by accident at that time, and later divorced.

His wife works in a property management company. She is busy dealing with complaints from owners all day long but cannot get angry with them. When she comes home, her son accompanies her. Her husband does not come home until after 2 a.m. every day. She has no one to talk to about her troubles, so she becomes addicted to the Internet. His wife has two mobile phones. One number is only given to her online friends, and the other is of course the one her husband knows. After get off work, the one she gave to her online friends is turned off. If she has an appointment to meet with an online friend, she will forward the call to that phone. It’s all caused by loneliness!

Feng doesn't come back often. One time when we met, I said I was going to study cosmetology. He asked: "Why do you want to study cosmetology?" 「

I said, "You see, women nowadays all know how to dress up. I don't understand how a woman who doesn't even take care of herself can take care of others." "

Feng smiled without saying a word

When I have nothing to do, I just read beauty books in my room. Which woman doesn’t love beauty?

Sometimes when I play with my former sisters, they all envy my fate. Look how good it is now that someone is taking care of me. I can see their helplessness. No one wants to be a prostitute when they are born. Isn't it because of emotional trauma that they become like that? Those who can bear it will get through it, but people like me can't. I've given in to depravity and given up everything...

China has thousands of years of cultural history, and I think the longest-lasting thing is the prostitution industry, and of course prostitutes are the dominant force in the industry! It's like an industrial chain, where men invest large amounts of money in exchange for women's moans and screams, and men's greedy desires fuel the vitality of the industry! Is it illegal for men to visit prostitutes? Aren't there more lustful men since ancient times? From the emperor's three palaces and six courtyards to the princes and ministers' many concubines, why did they still go looking for prostitutes when they had so many women? Isn't it excitement that you want?

Men's pursuit of sex is endless. When the initial passion fades and they are too familiar with each other's body, they will lose interest in each other. Even if the other party is naked, they will lose the initial impulse. At this time, men will look for new targets! Prostitutes are the best targets. As long as you have money, you can change your sexual targets at any time. Every prostitute will dress up beautifully for you to choose. We can make you excited and excited immediately, which is something you can't experience at home.

Why do prostitutes of such an old age still have business? Isn’t it because the men’s market is huge? Is this what market segmentation is?

Married men look for prostitutes because they want to find excitement and don't want to go home and do repetitive exercises. In addition, married men usually look for prostitutes in the position of woman on top of man. It is conceivable that they are tired of the traditional position of man on top of woman at home!

Unmarried men seek prostitutes just to relieve sexual repression

I remember that a Nobel Prize winner in Literature, Naipaul, once said in an interview with a reporter: After his divorce, he had no intention of finding another wife because she could not teach him anything. He found prostitutes because they were willing to serve him when he needed them and they comforted him. It would be very time-consuming for him to pursue other women! "Even a Nobel Prize winner would not say this. Do you think prostitutes will become extinct in this world?" ? ?

Men nowadays want their women to be holy ladies on the one hand, but they also want them to be sluts in bed on the other!

When we arrived at the hardware factory jointly owned by Feng, the factory was not very big, with less than 50 people in total.

Feng introduced me to the HR department, and I was assigned by Feng to work in the sales department as an internal affairs officer, mainly handling the follow-up work of orders in the company, that is, as a merchandiser. No one in the company knew about my relationship with Feng.

I started working directly because the products produced by the company are relatively simple and the orders are received by Feng and his partners, and then I handle some of the company's internal progress.

The former sales lady was very enthusiastic. She quit her job because she was going to have a baby. When handing over the job, she also explained some precautions to me in detail.

On the night she was leaving, several friends from the company came to see her off. After dinner at the Xiangxi Restaurant, I wandered around the street alone, thinking about what my future path should be. Was this how I was going to live my whole life?

I came to a disco on the lower bunk, which was considered a relatively large disco in Huizhou at that time. I ordered a beer and sat in a small corner to watch this distorted life. At 22:30, the people here were really crazy. Looking at them drinking, dancing, and doing some crazy moves, you can see that they are releasing themselves. Are their lives really that tiring? Isn't it all the pain of loneliness? Is it really that one becomes perverted in loneliness?

I saw her shaking like crazy after taking ecstasy, accompanied by the DJ's crazy music and the green eyes of the men...

Is the relationship between men and women just an exploitative one? The relationship between people is mutual exploitation?

OK, I'm drunk, don't you men just want to take advantage of me? Please, can you just tell me what you want? I want it but I don't dare to say it, and I have to pretend to be a gentleman. Is it necessary? After you have used me, will you still be thinking about me in your heart? Am I not just a temporary object for you to vent your anger on?

"Diary of a Prostitute" Gains Sympathy

● A post titled "My 8 Years as a Prostitute - My True Story" appeared online, in which the protagonist expressed her desire to change her ways.

●More than 1,500 replies, mostly blessings, many netizens regard "Xiao Ling" as a friend and want to help her find a job

Protagonist Introduction

Name: Xiaoling

Net name: One cheap love

Age: 23

Current location: Huizhou

Current occupation: Sample maker in the engineering department of an electronics factory in Shuikou Town

"First of all, I don't make a living by my writing skills. I don't have a high level of education, but I'm 1.68 meters tall. The following is my entire journey from a young girl to a prostitute over the years!" On August 3 this year, a netizen with the username "一贱终情" posted a post titled "My 8 Years as a Prostitute - My True Story" on the forum, and kept updating it in the following two months. It tells the story of the protagonist who was deceived and lost her virginity in high school, then dropped out of school to work, and gradually fell into depravity and became a massage girl, which caused a great sensation on the forum. As of yesterday, the post had received nearly 200,000 hits and received more than 1,500 replies, including some expressing doubts and contempt, but more expressing sympathy and blessings. In the post, "一贱中情" insisted that this was her own story. The post was quickly reposted by nearly ten websites.

"Diary of a Prostitute":

8 years of decadence and want to become a good person

The "I" in the post is Xiaoling, a northern woman, 23 years old. When she was 18 years old in high school, Xiaoling was raped by her physical education teacher. She then dropped out of school and went to Jinan, Shandong to work as a decorator. Three months later, she went to Guangdong to work with her cousin. After getting to know Zhang Wei, the boss of a lighting factory in Baigang, Xiaojinkou Town, Huizhou, Xiaoling came to Huizhou to work as a clerk in a company. After discovering Zhang Wei's intimate relationship with another woman, she left Zhang, quit her job, and entered the sauna and massage industry to "make money quickly." In between telling the story, "一贱中情" expressed that he was tired of his previous life and wanted to find a legitimate job to start a new life.

There are many nearly accurate place names and names in the post. As Xiaoling's life trajectory changes, a place called Dayangzhuang in Jinan, Shandong,

A woolen textile factory in Jinmei Village, Changping District, Dongguan, a lighting factory in Baigang, Xiaojinkou Town, Huizhou City, an electric wire factory in Sanjiaotan, as well as Vice President Zhang, Manager Qiu, Manager Zhang Wei, Xiao Hong and other place names appeared in her post, adding to the authenticity of this story. Many netizens therefore believed that "a lowly woman who ends in love" was "Xiao Ling." Internet Sensation:

Netizens want to help "Xiao Ling" find a job

When the post "My 8 Years as a Prostitute - My True Story" first appeared, netizens questioned its authenticity. Some believed that articles with the title of prostitutes have become rampant recently, and the post was suspected of following the trend and plagiarizing for the sake of sensationalism. "一贱终情" wrote on August 4: "When you read this post, there is no need to sympathize with me. Just treat me as a joke... I am just a walking corpse, a mentally ill pervert! Who can understand how a discriminated group lives??? I am used to hearing people say I am a pervert and not a human being. I am numb to it."

But as the story progressed, the protagonist's experience and her revealed desire to "become a good person" aroused the sympathy and blessings of more and more netizens. Some people wanted to meet her and make friends with her, and some offered to help her find a job. Netizen horsehua even published his own phone number in the hope of helping her. Another netizen who claimed to work at the Huizhou branch of China Telecom revealed that the company was recruiting 10,000 operators and suggested that she apply. The reporter called horsehua, and the other party said that Xiaoling had not contacted him.

Facing the blessings from netizens, "一贱中情" also responded many times: "I am really speechless. Why is there no such good person in my life? What else can I do besides touching me?" "The people who understand me the most, thank you for silently accompanying me all the way, so that I will not bow my head and live harder!"

On August 10, "Yijianzhongqing" said that he had applied for the position of sample maker in the engineering department of an electronics factory in Shuikou. After that, the number of posts by "一贱中情" decreased significantly. The reporter saw that after "一贱中情" posted online for the last time on October 7, many netizens were still posting online to "wait" and pay attention to Xiaoling's whereabouts. Some netizens expressed their concern: "It's been a long time since I've seen any updates. Has Xiaoling gone back to her old job?"

Online marriage:

I just want a stable life

The reporter found that after the post "My 8 Years as a Prostitute - My True Story" appeared, at around 10 a.m. on August 3, a post by "一贱中情" was posted seeking marriage and employment, claiming that she could be a surrogate mother. In the post "Looking for a Husband", she wrote: "I am 23 years old. I stopped being a girl at 18, so those of you who have a virgin complex please get out of here! I don't want to be alone. I'm really tired!... I've been a prostitute and a lover, and I don't think I have anything to ask of others. All I want is a stable life!" On September 11, she posted a post thanking netizens for their support, and said she didn't want to be married anymore because "no one will marry me, because men can't get over that."

Starting from August 25, "Yijianzhongqing" organized his posts on the forum into 9 blogs and posted them on his blog by the West Lake. The blog has not been updated since October 7th. The reporter tried to contact "一贱中情" but to no avail.

Netizens' comments

190,000 hits

"一贱终情" organized "My 8 Years as a Prostitute - My True Story" into 9 blog posts and posted them on the blog by the West Lake.

Blessings: I hope you really start a new life

Lei Si Liuli: You are really a very brave and strong woman! You must work hard to erase the shadows of the past and rebuild your confidence! Your happiness will surely come!

Deterioration: The OP hopes you can really start a new life. I have a friend who had a similar experience to yours, but it didn’t last as long as yours. She woke up earlier and is now married with children. She is living a good life. I hope you can do the same. Come on!!! Support you!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zhizunbao: No one in this world is qualified to comment on other people's lives. I suggest that everyone should be kind in words to the author of this post. A word of advice to the OP: Think more about yourself and don’t live with hatred and emotion.

Yun Feiyang: What matters to be friends is not his profession but his character. Although the OP's previous profession was not too glorious, you have turned over a new leaf now. So don't talk about whether you are a good match or not. It can be said that at least most people in Xizi regard you as a friend.

Kusica: Great, the OP has finally learned to live a good life. Although the salary is low and life may be very hard, it may not be comparable to your previous life at all, but since you have decided to leave those days, just endure the hardship!

Question: The lady has her own fault

The Sims: Some people can continue to degenerate for the sake of reality, but some people still know when to stop and turn over a new leaf. If you are willing to continue to degenerate just because of social reality, then whether you sell your body or your dignity, you are just using the word "reality" as an excuse!

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