Please, men without manners, leave this post. I created this thread merely to express real life. Perhaps you will scold me as a shameless woman who "anyone can have". For the sake of orders, I gave my body to those perverted men. I just want to say, life has taught me how to act: shamelessness is another reason for my survival, and no one can live nobly.
I am beautiful, still single at 28, but my life is rich and colorful. Whether in spirit or material, I am an outstanding woman among my peers in this city. I don't have marriage, but I never lack sex; I don't have a boyfriend, but I never lack care.
Perhaps in others' eyes, I am abnormal, but in my heart, I am very satisfied with my current situation. These are the results of my persistent efforts. After leaving school, I started from the bottom, endured hardships, helplessness... I've encountered all sorts of things. From orders worth hundreds of yuan to millions of yuan in cash, each transaction has passed through my hands.
As business expanded and orders increased, my salary rose from hundreds of yuan to an annual income of 500,000 yuan, or even more. After a few years, I already had considerable savings. As a working girl from elsewhere, I climbed up to become a petite bourgeoisie white-collar worker in this big city. Faced with the liver-trembling housing prices, I bought a large house in a prime location at a fixed price, and purchased a luxury car. Although it sounds so easy, only I know the hardships of the process, the taste of experiences, and the pain of mental beating. This process is like the rebirth of the phoenix.
Chinese sales is a purgatory, it can turn people into ghosts, and also turn ghosts into people.
First human then ghost, first ghost then human, or neither human nor ghost, it depends on one's insight and ability.
In fact, under the transformation of China's economic state, the sales industry is the least suitable for women, yet most suitable for women. Because most contracts are signed while singing songs and drinking alcohol. The simple signature on black-and-white paper ambiguously trades the soul and flesh. Initially feeling awkward, but as one deal after another is closed, and commission after commission flows in, one feels extremely stimulated and comfortable.
To sign more and larger contracts, I sold myself again and again. Without love but with stimulation, having sex with business bosses is just as enjoyable. Try to imagine, what could having sex with a pure, poor handsome guy be like?
Therefore, if there is a period where I haven't had sex with a boss that brings me benefits and a sense of achievement, I would feel restless and painful, like losing love. I once asked myself: isn't this the same as u5993u5973 (representing order numbers, in my eyes, they are not men, but codes)? Soon, I negated my own question. u5993u5973 has a single and direct purpose for money, while I realize my self-worth, demonstrating my work capability. Besides earning big orders for the company and receiving substantial personal income, I gain admiration and respect from the boss and colleagues, even promotion.
What's the use of being proud? Do you have your own house and car?
Being poor is shameful! Relying on parents without taking action is shameful! Without background, without opportunity, without... cannot follow the routine, cannot play by the rules, otherwise, you will never succeed!
With increasing wealth and accumulated experience, my skills in bed continue to improve. I just need to look at a man to know what he is thinking, so after breaking through obstacles, men bow down to me and obey obediently. However, I won't forget the first time. Women know what the first time means.
But, in order to win a promotion opportunity, I had no choice but to shed tears and do it. That unknown general manager took me to a hotel, tapped twice on the contract placed on the table with his finger, then started touching me improperly. Biting my lower lip and shedding tears, I submitted. For that not-so-big order, I was pressed down by that bald old man... When he saw the bloodstains on the sheet, he was initially stunned, then cracked his turtle-like mouth and smiled: "Still a virgin, worth it," then quickly signed the contract. I held the crumpled paper and cried until dawn.
Now when I think about it, I was naive back then. Life is life, it must be lively and flexible to survive vibrantly. Can't stick to dead principles too much, can't get stuck in a rut.
People often say, with thoughts comes ways, a change in thought opens up a wide world. Isn't it just a thin membrane? Sooner or later it will be given to someone, doesn't matter who, right?
Even if you stubbornly wait for your so-called prince charming, what can you achieve?
Besides, are there any pure prince charmings today? Open your eyes and see this world, only being poor is shameful and embarrassing.
Therefore, I gradually eliminated my sense of shame and increasingly felt enjoyment. Now, I live happily, my days are well-arranged, and I often help those in need. Seeing their grateful eyes makes me feel accomplished and happy.
Maybe you think I'm very unconventional and disgraceful, but actually, in consumption venues, most of those wealthy women you see splurging money are similar. The difference is, they do it but don't say it, while I said it out loud. I am more genuine and lovely than them.
It's just that this male-dominated world is too disgraceful. Women are just pawns in their hands for profit-taking.