Jie, the daughter of the public security bureau chief of X City, China, was born in 1984. 0 1, came to the UK to study undergraduate.

The following is her self-report:

I was born in a relatively happy and wealthy family. When he was born, his father was a public security officer and his mother was a middle school teacher. I am the only child in my family. Like other only children, I live like a princess.

When I was in junior high school, my father had become the director of the public security department, and my family's life had changed a lot at that time. Even before, I was a petty bourgeoisie, and I had no worries about food and clothing.

After finishing the second year of high school, my father sent me to study abroad. I didn't want to go abroad at that time, but my parents insisted that it might be good to go abroad.

After I go abroad, my father often deposits a large sum of money in my account. I'm not a fool, and I know that a director can't have such income no matter how high his salary is. I didn't say or ask. I just did what my father said. Don't lose yourself at ordinary times and buy whatever you want. Maybe that's when I got into the habit of spending money lavishly.

After going abroad for a year, I once called my mother and she cried. At that time, I knew something must have happened at home, otherwise my mother wouldn't cry. She has always been strong.

Yes, something happened to dad. He used a word to compare 2 1 century, which is called double regulations. Officials are not much better than businessmen. After being discovered, his money was gone. Unlike a businessman, he will still have property even if he loses. Maybe those properties are enough for him to live for most of his life.

The direct consequence of this matter is that my bank card will not be paid one day. Besides, I haven't called my dad for a long time, but my mother kept crying and insisted on not letting me go back to China.

Speaking of things at home, you know most of them. that this is not the important question.

Without the financial support of my family, I feel different from others. I dare not even hang out with you in China restaurants and eat French or Italian food every day. I don't want to go shopping either, because I will want to buy something I like. I am afraid to see Cary's money decreasing day by day. For the first time, I think a McDonald's set meal is actually very expensive.

That summer vacation, most of my classmates went back for their holidays. I can't go back to China. I can't go back until my family problems are solved, and my mother won't allow it. So I thought of work. It can also be said that I have to work, because next year's tuition is still a problem, and if I don't work, even my life will be a problem.

The first time I was in KFC, I weighed 4 kg an hour. If I played for 8 hours a day, I only weighed 32 kg. Moreover, international students have a rule that no more than 20 hours are allowed per week, which means that my income is only 80 pounds at most, and I am already exhausted for this 80 pounds. A monthly income of 320 pounds can't solve my life, even the basic living expenses are not enough. How can I pay for next year's tuition? So, I began to look for a black job like other students, because such a job would not be found for more than 20 hours. Of course, I did not rule out the situation in case.

Just then, I met the old man. As you can see, the people who raised me.

He runs a restaurant. There are three restaurants in this city. China restaurant made a lot of money here. As you know, I almost gave him a crisp when I went to his place for an interview on the first day, because he didn't think I was suitable to be a waiter. Right? I didn't dress like a waiter that day, a black leather miniskirt and a low-cut vest. If I were the boss, I wouldn't hire such a waiter. But later, he still used me, from 3 pm to 12 every day, seven days a week. Keep the tips from the guests for yourself. At that time, the basic salary was not too much, was it? Eight hours a day is still 4 pounds an hour. However, guests usually give a lot of tips. I remember once a foreigner left 250 pounds on a table. I was really happy that day. That day, I took 300 Jin. Of course, there is no such good thing every day. Besides, once in class, it is impossible to work like this every day. During the three-month summer vacation, I only saved 200 thousand pounds. I still scrimp and save, and I dare not buy anything or eat anything. Looking at my rough hands, I cried several times. Thinking about how simple life was in the past.

A week before the start of school, I borrowed money from my boss because I couldn't register without paying tuition. In fact, I thought about borrowing money from a friend, but I couldn't pull my face and couldn't afford to lose that person. Really, this is my bad point. I love face. But if I borrow money from my boss, I can make up for it with my labor. But I never thought that the old man would let me be his lover, maybe not a lover, but a girlfriend, because he is single. Right? This man is not ugly, but he is a little older, rich, and has a car and a house.

All I knew that day was that I slapped him and ran away, and I didn't go to work for a week. The school refused to register until the day of registration. I have no choice but to go to a restaurant. That day, he raped me, and I didn't resist.

In this way, I became his girlfriend. So I won't be with you anymore. Because I can't bring such an old man to play with you, I'm crazy, go to 98 to watch the ball.

That man gave me a lot, in other words, he loved me. He paid all my tuition and living expenses, bought me a car, and I lived in his house, which also saved the rent. I usually work in his restaurant, but I'm not a waiter, I'm half a proprietress.

I didn't tell anyone, including you and my family. To my family and you, I just say that I am too busy to work. In fact, I think I'm selling myself to that old man. Even though he is kind to me, I still look down on myself.

Sometimes, I wonder if people will really betray themselves when they are desperate. Where is our dignity in the face of money? You can make money by selling yourself like a prostitute.

The above is what my friend Jay told me. For more than an hour, she talked about her experience in the past two years. In fact, it is very simple. She sold herself for money and for her studies.

Although she speaks very humbly, I don't look down on her at all. Or I look down on her. I didn't help her immediately when she was in trouble. Accustomed to princess life, she betrayed herself in the face of despair. What can we say? If she can't go home to support herself, can't she die?

Many times, money really makes the mare go. Jay finally said this sentence.