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I was successfully promoted to a supervisor and transferred to work in another place. In the days that followed, I rarely heard from them. At first, they would find ways to harass me and try to force me to pay, but gradually they stopped. After all, their first priority was to survive, so they had no energy to do other things. Not long after, I heard from them again. They began to sell the supplies in the warehouse, but those fast-food products were not priced at all. They originally planned to sell them at a high price, but no one was interested, so they could only sell them at a low price. No one was interested in the warehouse. They wanted to use the money from selling the warehouse to buy a small house, but no one was willing to buy it, even if they lowered the price again and again. They could only live in the warehouse without a toilet or a shower. Pearl Williams' parents, who always doted on her, could not stand such a living environment and began to blame Pearl Williams. Especially my mother, she vented all her anger on Pearl Williams, scolding her when she was in a good mood and hitting her when she was in a bad mood. My dad was able to dissuade her at first, but he couldn't stand it after being frustrated in job hunting one after another. After all, the place where he worked was remote, and the commute was at least two hours. Besides, he was so old that basically no company would want him. So, he and my mom started playing mixed doubles against Pearl Williams, forcing Pearl Williams to go out and find a job. Pearl Williams couldn't stand this kind of life, and met a rich man at work and ran away with him. I heard that the rich man was an old man with a special fetish. I sighed. Pearl Williams used to think that she would marry a handsome and rich little milk dog, but now Pearl Williams ran away with an old man with a fetish for money.

I was successfully promoted to a supervisor and transferred to work in another place. In the days that followed, I rarely heard from them. At first, they would find ways to harass me and try to force me to pay money, but gradually they stopped. After all, their first priority is to survive, so how can they have the energy to do other things. Not long after, I heard from them again. They started to sell off the supplies in the warehouse, but the fast food products were not worth the money. They had planned to sell them at a high price, but no one was interested, so they had to sell them at a low price. No one was interested in the warehouse. They wanted to use the money from selling the warehouse to buy a small house, but no one was willing to buy it, even if they lowered the price again and again. They could only live in the warehouse without a toilet or a shower. My parents, who always doted on Pearl Williams, could not stand such a living environment and began to blame Pearl Williams. Especially my mother, she vented all her anger on Pearl Williams, scolding her when she was in a good mood and hitting her when she was in a bad mood. My father was able to persuade her at first, but he couldn't stand it after being frustrated in finding a job one after another. After all, he was in a remote place, and the commute was at least two hours. And at his age, basically no company would want him. So, he and my mother started to play mixed doubles against Pearl Williams, forcing Pearl Williams to go out and find a job. Pearl Williams couldn't stand such a life, and met a rich man at work and ran away with him. I heard that the boss is an old man with a special fetish. I sighed, Pearl Williams once thought she would marry a handsome and rich young man, but now Pearl Williams ran away with an old man with a fetish for money.

After Pearl Williams ran away, my parents had no one to vent their anger on, and they began to quarrel frequently, blaming each other for raising Pearl Williams to be like this. Even so, they still believed that Pearl Williams was better than me, and that she just grew up crooked temporarily. Later, they started to fight after arguing. After all, my mother is a woman, and she can't beat my father. One night, my father was so ruthless that he beat my mother to paralysis. He was so scared that he ran away at night, but was hit by a car and became paralyzed. Now both of them have been sent to a state-run compulsory nursing home. I know that nursing home. The caregivers there are very fierce, and they specialize in treating disobedient elderly people. If you don't obey, they will really beat you. Dear parents, you can enjoy the rest of your life in there.