After being scammed, I transferred all the company’s money to the scammer.

I did it on purpose.

I wanted the capitalists to understand that when pushed to the brink, I am ready to trade my life for their destruction.

My wretched life for the ruin of your affluent family!

Ever since my family encountered hardship, I never asked the company for assistance, yet they began to exploit me.

The capitalist always demanded I work overtime without any overtime pay, and occasionally deducted my salary without justification.

Whenever I confronted the capitalist, he would argue that the economic environment was tough and that I should endure the hardship with the company.

But I was already suffocating under the weight of life!

I demanded the overtime pay I deserved, and if it was not provided, I would take it to court.

The capitalist shrugged indifferently and said, ‘Go ahead then, I am exploiting you, what can you do about it? Believe it or not, I can withhold your salary for six months, and just pay a fine. You’re different, if I don’t pay you for six months, could you even survive?’

At that moment, my heart turned cold.

He knew my family was in trouble and was confident I wouldn’t dare to quit, deliberately mistreating me.

For ordinary people, the only option would be to compromise.

But not me.

As a member of the proletariat, as long as I’m willing to pay the cost of breaking the law, these capitalists are nothing in front of me.

When the cost of crime is far less than the benefit, many are willing to commit it.

And my goal was clear.

Living each day in suffering, if pushed to the brink, I’d rather trade my miserable life to bring ruin to this corrupt capitalist!

To put it bluntly, even if I spat in the face of the company’s major client, I’d lose a job at most, but the company would lose a fortune!

I returned to my desk, pondering how to retaliate against the capitalist, when my phone rang.

It was a message, very simple.

‘I’ve changed my card number, please transfer the money to this account, account number as follows…’

I hesitated as I read the message.

Of course, I knew it was a scam message, and I just happened to be the company’s accountant.

Every moment I could strike at the capitalists.

This was an opportunity.

If I transferred the company’s money to the fraudster, our capitalist would be doomed.

But I hesitated, because I was still considering if this heartless capitalist was worth such an action.

As I hesitated, the capitalist suddenly approached me.

He came to my desk, asking seriously, ‘Is the compensation ready?’

I knew what he was referring to; our company’s old equipment was faulty, and the workers were afraid to use it.

There was a worker, whose mother was seriously ill, who braved the risk to earn money for her medical bills.

Unfortunately, there was an accident with the machinery, and he died on the spot.

I said the two million in compensation was ready.

The capitalist said, ‘Don’t compensate, send it to the client first.’

I was shocked, ‘If it’s sent to the client, what about the worker’s mother waiting for the money to save her life?’

The capitalist said, ‘Are you stupid? I’ve checked that man’s family background. He and his mother are only children, and his mother won’t live long. If we drag this out and his mother dies, do you think we still need to compensate?’

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from the capitalist.

He thought I was impressed by his cunning, pointing at his head, ‘Running a business requires flexible thinking. Just find excuses to delay, his mother won’t live long.’

That moment, I no longer hesitated.

This beast deserved to be doomed.

It was almost time to leave work when the capitalist suddenly announced that everyone should stay for a meeting first.

This was his usual tactic, holding meetings after work hours so he wouldn’t have to pay overtime.

Colleagues reluctantly headed to the conference room, and I deliberately took my time organizing files, waiting for the capitalist to enter his office before I replied to the scam message.

I said, ‘Is this Tom?’

Tom was our company’s biggest client, controlling nearly all of our company’s lifelines.

The scammer quickly replied, ‘Yes, I’ve changed my card number.’

I smirked and replied, ‘Okay, I’ll transfer the money right away.’

Now was the time to act, as the capitalist had ordered that no one should check their phones during meetings.

As an accountant, transferring money to a client without the capitalist’s signature, was I breaking the law?

Without a doubt, I was.

But I had studied similar cases before, where an accountant transferred 2.76 million to a scammer, and the company demanded repayment. The court ruled that since the employee didn’t benefit, full repayment was not within the employee’s ability to pay. Moreover, the employer also had to bear the risk while enjoying the benefits, and the court ordered the employee to return only 40,000 to the company.

That company lost 2.72 million.

And me?

I first transferred two million for the worker’s death compensation, then transferred all 14 million of the company’s working capital to the scammer’s account.

I was clear, at that moment, the company was bankrupt.

The capitalist’s Porsche, his wife’s LV bag, and their children who attended a prestigious school.

After tonight, all would be gone.

Especially since half of that 14 million was personal loans.

The capitalist’s fate was doomed to ruin!

I entered the conference room, everyone had already sat down.

As the meeting started, the capitalist scanned us all and coldly said, ‘Looking so listless at the meeting, seems I’ve been too good to you all.’

I sighed, wondering why so many capitalists liked to say such nonsense.

The capitalist always made us work unpaid overtime, seizing any opportunity to deduct our wages, where was his kindness?

I noticed his wife and daughter had also come, immediately realizing this meeting was not simple.

If the capitalist was an old beast, then his daughter was definitely a young beast.

She attended a prestigious school, and because of its high placement rates, they awarded scholarships to top students.

There was a poor girl in her class who, because of her good grades, was able to attend on scholarship.

His daughter, merely out of jealousy that the girl was more talented, slapped her in the school bathroom, stripped her naked, and took photos to post online.

Such severe bullying, yet her family easily resolved it with money, and she received only a minor internal sanction.

The manager coughed and said, ‘Capitalist, while we’re here, I think we should consider upgrading our machinery, otherwise accidents might still happen.’

Everyone nodded.

After all, a worker had died, how could they not upgrade?

The capitalist asked, ‘How much would new equipment cost?’

The manager replied, ‘A whole new assembly line equipment would cost about 20 million, we can take a loan from the bank.’

The capitalist nodded, ‘I’ve looked into this, the old equipment’s accident rate is about one in ten thousand. The worker who died, the company compensated 2 million. That means, 20 million could cover ten accidents.’

He laughed and jokingly said to his daughter, ‘If we really endure ten accidents, our company would have gone public by then, and daddy will buy my little princess a Bentley, studded with diamonds on the car!’

His daughter giggled at the joke, ‘Dad really knows how to do the math.’

I watched their banter, feeling a chill.

A worker’s mother had lost her son, lying in the hospital, waiting for her rightful compensation money to save her life.

Yet these capitalists were making jokes about it, laughing uncontrollably.

The capitalist’s wife said, ‘Let’s not bring up upgrading the equipment again, we can afford the compensation, we currently have over ten million in working capital.’

I chuckled to myself.

No, you don’t have a penny left.

The capitalist’s daughter thought for a moment and said, ‘But the workers are in a bad mood, I hope you uncles and aunts go to the workshop more to cheer them up. It’s best to personally operate the machinery, to let the workers believe our equipment is fine, boosting morale.’

The capitalist nodded approvingly at his daughter, ‘My daughter is truly worthy of studying management in a prestigious school.’

Everyone remained silent.

The capitalist continued, ‘There’s another matter for today’s meeting, my daughter needs to intern, it’s a task from her school, see if there’s a more relaxed position in the company for her.’

I casually said, ‘Why not arrange for his daughter to manage the workshop? If the capitalist’s daughter personally handles the machinery, it would immediately calm the workers.’

Suddenly, the conference room fell silent, as if you could hear a pin drop.

People stared at me in shock, and the capitalist too was wide-mouthed, seemingly not expecting me to say such a thing.

He immediately picked up a bottle of mineral water next to him and threw it at me, ‘If you can’t speak, then shut up! Can my daughter go to the workshop?’

His daughter also frowned, ‘Have you thought about what would happen if I died?’

I countered, ‘When you asked us to go to the workshop, did you think about us?’

She became agitated, ‘Am I the same as you?’

‘What’s the difference?’

She was young and arrogant, and she proudly said, ‘There’s a difference between people’s lives, do you understand?’

At that moment, everyone’s expression turned sour.

Even the capitalist hurriedly tried to smooth things over, ‘There’s no difference, in this company, we are all one family. My child is young, don’t mind her words.’

I said lightly, ‘Then let’s vote on it, I propose letting the capitalist’s daughter go to the workshop to encourage the workers, since she was the one who suggested this plan.’

The capitalist’s wife slammed the table in anger and yelled at me, ‘You’re talking nonsense! Are you missing any limbs? We can afford it! If my daughter has an accident, who among you can afford it?’

I glanced at the capitalist’s wife.

What she didn’t know was that probably before this meeting was over, debt collectors would be knocking on her door, demanding they pay up.

In the conference room, colleagues dared not even breathe.

They probably thought I had gone mad.

The capitalist too was stern, thinking I was dissatisfied with the unpaid wages, and coldly said, ‘If you’re bringing emotions into the meeting, then you can leave now.’

I sighed and said, ‘This isn’t about emotions, it’s about being human.’

I stood up and walked over to the capitalist’s daughter.

I looked down into her eyes and asked her, ‘What were you laughing at just now?’

She was stunned.

Seeing she didn’t answer, I continued, ‘A worker died, and you’re laughing here? You said there’s a difference between people, where’s the difference between us?’

The capitalist became angry, he slammed the table hard, pointing at my nose and yelled, ‘You shut your mouth! What are you to question my daughter!’

I nodded, ‘You’re right, if a young beast is ill-mannered, it’s the old beast’s fault, I should be questioning you.’

The capitalist sneered, ‘It seems you really don’t want to work here anymore.’

‘Right, I don’t want to work here anymore. As the accountant, from the moment you ordered me to withhold the worker’s death compensation, I didn’t want to work here!’

‘Then leave now.’

‘Then settle my wages now. Just now your wife said it herself, we currently have over ten million in working capital. You haven’t paid my overtime for nearly six months, totaling 12,000, pay me now.’

The capitalist sneered, ‘I’ll be blunt, even if I don’t pay you, what can you do?’

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized, ‘I understand now, you’re the accountant, you want to pay yourself first, right? Without my permission, that’s embezzlement of public funds, if you dare touch that 12,000, believe it or not, I’ll see you behind bars?’

I was a bit disappointed.

The capitalist still underestimated me.

I hadn’t touched that 12,000, I moved his 14 million.

Seeing me not speaking, they thought I was scared.

The capitalist sneered, ‘Scared now, huh? Just sincerely apologize to my daughter, and I might consider letting you continue to work here.’

His daughter immediately raised her head proudly.

The capitalist’s wife also glanced at me, her face full of cold laughter.

The capitalist’s daughter said lightly, ‘My dad is still quite compassionate, if I were your boss, it wouldn’t just be sending you to jail that simple, I know some tough people outside.’

She stood up, leaned close to my ear, and whispered, ‘You know? For just a hundred thousand, there are people willing to chop off your hand. The difference between people’s lives is really big, you could lose a hand for a hundred thousand, but a hundred thousand is just my monthly allowance.’

I rolled my eyes.

She still thought she would have a hundred thousand to spend.

Money?

The boss said impatiently, ‘Bow and apologize to my daughter right now!’

His daughter, still young and impulsive, poked my chest and demanded, ‘I don’t want a bow, I want you to kneel and apologize.’

I hesitated for a few seconds but eventually knelt down.

It wasn’t that I had surrendered my dignity, I was deliberately provoking them.

Because in the conference room, a surveillance camera was constantly recording every action.

When this goes to court, the unscrupulous boss forcing an employee to kneel, not to mention the public outrage it would spark, this act alone would garner significant sympathy from the court for me.

The unpaid compensation money, wage deductions, and forcing an employee to kneel—everything was recorded by the surveillance.

Upon seeing me kneel, his daughter smirked triumphantly.

She shook her head and said, ‘Thank you, you’ve shown me the most abject form an adult can take. Once I graduate, I’ll strive not to become someone like you. Now apologize to me, sincerely.’

I sincerely apologized, ‘I’m sorry.’

Her smirk widened, but I interrupted her.

Continuing, I asked, ‘Can you now start your training on the production floor?’

Instantly, her expression changed.

She raised her hand and slapped me harshly across the face!

The loud slap echoed through the room, a humiliating heat radiating through my cheeks as tears welled up unbidden. I could never have anticipated that she would strike me!

Was she so eager to make a point?

Covering my face, shocked, I watched her as she pointed at my nose and yelled, ‘I am not like you! My life is valuable!’

At that moment, my colleagues’ faces turned grim.

Surprised, I retorted, ‘What makes you valuable? The only talent you’ve exhibited in life was crawling out of your mother’s belly. Is being born a skill?’

‘I’ll rip your mouth apart!’ she exploded in rage, seemingly pulling something from her bag, then rushed at me, grabbed my hair, and before I could react, she started shoving something into my mouth.

I instinctively tried to close my mouth, but a sharp pain prevented it from shutting!

Quickly, something cold and prickling was forced into my mouth. I immediately realized what it was.

Thumbtacks!

My mouth was filled with thumbtacks!

She covered my mouth, slapped me fiercely, furiously yelling, ‘What are you worth! A pauper dares to lecture me!’

The thumbtacks pierced my lips and tongue, especially painful as she continued to slap me. I spat out a mouthful of blood, horrified by the sight of the blood on the ground.

At that moment, the boss’s wife also joined in.

Instead of trying to stop the fight, she and her daughter pulled at me, and she grabbed a stapler from the desk and brutally stapled my mouth shut.