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

The sound ‘bang’ sounded more frequent and faster than before. It was like a heavy hammer hitting my heart, making me feel extremely suffocated and desperate.

The program team was even more shameless to capture and enlarge the embarrassed begging of the two old people and put it on the big screen as a wonderful segment for people to enjoy!

I couldn't stand the humiliation anymore and passed out.

When I woke up again, I was lying on a cold hospital bed, with my parents crying beside me.

They blamed me.

"How could you go against your boss? You're happy now that you're out of work!"

But I couldn't blame them.

At first, my parents sold their country house to support me after hearing from the school that I had the opportunity to study abroad. They ate pickled vegetables and porridge, saying that it was important for children to study.

Thinking of this, I struggled to leave the hospital.

I want justice for my parents and myself!

Walking weakly on the road, I passed an office building and ran into Wendy being respectfully greeted by the security guard.

Seeing that I was holding a bag, she thought it was a resume and laughed at me mercilessly, "Oh, are you looking for a job? You're a liar begging for food!"

I didn't want to pay attention, but Wendy misunderstood that I was going to enter the building and grabbed me.

"Give up! Even if you go and hit your head against the boss inside, you won't even get the job of cleaning the toilet!"

The security guard rushed over and grabbed my bag and threw it far away.

"Get out! Our boss said that garbage should be thrown far away!"

The documents in my bag fell to pieces.

Wendy stepped on it and crushed it again and again, "See? I will ban you if I say so. Your career and life are over!"

"So what if you have real skills and diplomas? The media speaks for me! You have no background and no backers, no one will stand up for you and seek justice!"

Wendy sneered and walked away, but her cruel words were like a mountain, pressing me so hard that I couldn't breathe.

I didn’t understand why a diploma earned through hard work couldn’t be exchanged for fairness?

Did it mean that if I had no background and no backers, I would be bullied to death?!

The tears of humiliation rolled in my eyes.

I bit my lip tightly and picked up the documents on the ground.

Among them was my only remaining master's degree certificate, which was stained with coffee stains and the prints of stiletto heels were extremely glaring.

But once, the principal who issued me the certificate said that the diploma of the world's top university was enough to make major leading industries fight for me.

Now I looked at the French Embassy not far away, holding the trampled and broken certificate and walk up.

I asked the embassy. "Help me see. Is this the certificate of your international prestigious school? But now the Internet says that you run a fake university. Do you still want the reputation of your country?!"