Last night, I had another sleepless night. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall back asleep. Looking back on 2025, it was the most difficult year of my life. This year, I experienced the longest probationary period of my life. More than two years of probation, and it’s still not over. In January 2024, I was appointed as the office director, with a six-month probationary period. Until the end of the probationary period, my salary didn’t increase by even a penny. Then, in May 2025, I was appointed as the company’s board secretary, and the chairman told me that my salary wouldn’t increase yet, “consider it a probationary period.” Even now, there’s still no word on a salary increase. It’s like I’ve been in a de facto probationary state for more than two years. This is fucking bullying! Other people get promoted and receive raises without any problem, but it’s so damn difficult for me! Paying a senior manager the salary of a middle-level employee, as stipulated by company law, is this how you bastards conduct human affairs?! I want to see how you bastards answer when investors ask questions after the annual report is released! Thinking about all this filth kept me awake, so I sat there until dawn. I cursed those bastards and their ancestors for eighteen generations. This is so hard for me.