They Said I Was a Fake Overseas Returnee, So I Prepared a Revenge

Wendy was still confusing right and wrong, "It's just a fake degree certificate, why are you so nervous, who are you acting for?"

I couldn't stand it anymore and decided to expose her on the spot.

"You are acting! You can't speak French and you are afraid of being exposed by me, so you frame me as a liar, so that no one will believe what I say!"

"Do you dare to ask the program team to find a Frenchman on the spot? Speak French with him one-on-one and see who he says is real and who is fake!"

My hoarse voice shocked the audience and many people said that I didn't look like an actor and suggested to find a Frenchman to test me again.

I was full of confidence waiting for the program team to invite people, but Olivia suddenly shouted.

"Stop it! The program is not a stage for liars to perform endlessly. Just now, the twelve presidents collectively turned off the lights and you have been eliminated and have no chance!"

"Now, I formally invite you... Get off the stage!"

I couldn’t figure it out, why? Should job seekers be hired and dismissed? They didn’t even give people basic respect! Or did they think people are not human beings at all?!

Seeing that I refused to leave and wanted to ask for an explanation, Olivia frowned more and more impatiently and pushed me off the stage.

I fell off the stage unexpectedly and trembled with pain.

Olivia mocked me, "Are you acting again?! You might as well admit that you lied about your academic qualifications, so you don't have to pretend to be pitiful and stay on the stage. Aren't you tired?"

But when I raised my bruised hands and asked her, was this also acting?

Olivia's face changed and she said with a specious reason. "You knocked it on purpose!"

But no matter how Olivia denied it, this was a live broadcast and she was filmed being violent and causing harm to job seekers.

Worried about the bad influence, the program team hurriedly cut off the live broadcast.

After some discussion, the program resumed the broadcast and asked Olivia to declare that the program treated job seekers absolutely fairly and justly.

For this reason, she announced mercifully, "Celine, you are very lucky. The program team decided to invite French guests to communicate with you. You will have the opportunity to prove yourself again! Please believe that our "You Are the One" column will never miss any talent!"

The twelve lights were lit again.

Facing the camera, Olivia took the lead in applauding and cheering for me.

Turning around, she lowered his voice and said to me viciously, "Rubbish, you wasted my time! The program team has discussed and agreed to find a few more French people to expose you. Let's see how you can quibble then!"

But the next person who has to think about how to quibble was Wendy Jones! She looked ugly on the judges' bench.

Shortly after the intermission of the program, she came to the lounge to find me and said bluntly, "Celine, you should quit the program. Even if you expose me later, I will be embarrassed at most. Then I will pay the media to delete the post and shut up the netizens and I can still be the boss of my company!"

Wendy said she can afford to play.

But I couldn’t afford to lose.

If I dared to embarrass her in public, she would be unhappy. I would never be able to survive in New York in the future.

I just felt ridiculous and asked her. Could I leave in disgrace and admit that I am a liar? Would I be able to live well?

No, the whole industry would not want me!

Then what could I do? Pick up waste and collect garbage? Then how could I support my family and survive?

But Wendy didn't care, "Don't be picky, just be content with a job! Even if the salary is lower, it's harder and more tiring, so what? Young people nowadays just can't bear hardships."

In response, I only gave her one sentence. "Get lost!"

Wendy was so angry that she cursed at me crazily. "Stupid! The power of capital is not what you can imagine! You dead worker, I'll fuck you! Dare to jump with me?"