On a job hunting variety show, I was holding three French master's degrees and the twelve CEO interviewers all turned off the lights. Just because the female CEO asked questions in French, I couldn't understand a word, she scolded me on the spot as a liar and a fake returnee!

The audience shouted for me to get off the stage, but they didn't know that the female CEO's plastic French was incomprehensible to the French.

The other party was a fake returnee! I defended myself, but was interrupted by the host, who asked me to admit that my academic qualifications were fake.

I refused and more than a dozen CEOs threatened to ban me from the entire industry!

With no other choice, I had to take out the certificate of the highest French institution of higher learning that was slandered as a junior college and asked the embassy to identify it.

"When did your French signature school become a fake university? Do you still want the reputation of the country?!"

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I was extremely shocked. Sitting high on the judges' seat, the female CEO Wendy Jones, who claimed to have lived in France for ten years, turned out to be a fake.

It was just a short French sentence, but she used sixteen wrong words.

I asked her to say it again politely, but I didn't expect Wendy to bite me back for fear of being exposed by me.

"Stop pretending, I see you don't understand French at all! And you dare to lie that you are a returnee?"

She pretended to be jealous, splashed coffee on my face and said to help me wash my eyes.

"Look carefully, our "It's You" program is a stage to showcase talents, not a place for you liar to fish in troubled waters!"

The audience cheered for her justice and they all scolded me, I deserved it!

Other CEOs also shook their heads and said to me with contempt, "Young people are just too ambitious, they want high salaries without any ability and they can only take crooked ways!"

They pressed the elimination button one after another, shouting the next one. Twelve lights went out in an instant.

And I argued hard, I didn't lie. I graduated from a famous French school and the certificate number can be found on the official website of the colonel.

I opened the certificate without hesitation and pointed it at the cameraman's lens.

I believe it was true, it couldn’t be fake!

But before the camera could take a clear picture, the host Olivia snatched my certificate and handed it to Wendy, saying contemptuously.

"Mrs. Jones, look, this certificate is fake at first glance!"

I questioned Olivia angrily. She didn't even look at the content of the certificate. Why did she say I forged it? Wasn’t she afraid of ruining my future? Was it just because Wendy called me a "fake returnee"?

Just because she was the boss, she was high above and everything she said was right! Were job seekers inferior to others and should be bullied and looked down upon?

Facing my accusation, Wendy said disdainfully, "A liar is a liar. When I expose him, he slanders me for bullying others."

She swore that she was very fair.

"I've seen it, your certificate is indeed from France, you are really a returnee. But it's from a technical college!"

She deliberately belittled me, "No wonder, your French is so bad and you can't study well."

I was extremely angry. Wendy probably couldn't even understand the certificate, but she pretended to be authoritative and falsely accused me of attending a fake university. But no one believed me.

The audience shouted at me to get out, have you played the liar enough? They were all embarrassed for me!

I clenched my fists in humiliation and asked Wendy to return the certificate to me.

After that, I would post the certificate online and let netizens across the country to identify whether my academic qualifications were real or fake.

Wendy still said stubbornly, "It's up to you, I am not afraid of the shadow of my body!"

But as she said that, her elbow knocked over the teacup on the judges' table.

The coffee instantly splashed all over my certificate.

The academic qualifications I earned by studying hard late at night were just soaked into a piece of waste paper and Wendy threw it to the ground with disgust.

I fell to the ground in a hurry, wiping the stains with my sleeves, tears falling uncontrollably.

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?"

"Believe it or not, we can kill you in a minute with just a flick of our fingers!"

I raised my hand and pointed at the door, asking her to get lost again.

Wendy slammed the door and walked out. And I just waited to go on stage again and expose Wendy on the spot. Now this was more direct and effective than showing any certificate.

But then the live broadcast was restarted and the promised French guest was gone.

Olivia smiled at me maliciously, "Celine, the program team has arranged a more exciting segment for you!"

She and Wendy smiled at each other and my head was buzzing.

I realized that the promised opportunity could also be denied.

Anyway, the boss had the final say.

Olivia announced their decision loudly, "In order to end this farce as soon as possible, the program team listened to Mrs. Jones's suggestion and invited two special guests."

As soon as the voice fell, I saw my parents walk onto the stage. They were stared at by countless pairs of eyes and trembled nervously.

I lost control in an instant and asked why the program involved two innocent old people? Come to me if there was anything!

But the next second, my mother raised her hand and slapped me.

She scolded me, "How dare you be so mean! It's all because you didn't learn well and became a liar. Now apologize to Mrs. Jones!"

I was beaten so hard that I saw stars and listened to my parents scolding me for bringing shame to them.

I just found out that the program team came to my parents and said that I was studying abroad and was exposed by Wendy. I was unwilling to make a scene on the program. My parents believed it.

In the eyes of the older generation, how could the boss be wrong? They would only suspect that there was something wrong with their children.

"Your father and I were mumbling. What foreign school name you said is so tongue-twisting and hard to remember, it sounds so unserious! You really are using the family's hard-earned money to fool around abroad!"

My mother's words, which were taken for granted, instantly sent me to hell.

Even my biological parents didn't speak for me and threw dirty water on me. Now no one in the audience believed me.

They scolded me for being a scum and cheating my parents' money.

I explained, but my mother would only say that I was stubborn and asked me to bow to Wendy and apologize.

I stood and refused to bend down.

My dad was so anxious that he slapped me to the ground.

"You little bastard, admit your mistakes! Your parents are doing this for your own good. Otherwise, they will say that you framed Mrs. Jones and will sue you and put you in jail!"

I pulled up the cracked corners of my mouth and sneered. "Let her sue!"

Why should the one who did nothing wrong bow their heads and beg for mercy? Did I have to kneel down to survive?

Wendy threatened me, "It seems that someone is a bastard and he will definitely go to jail!"

My parents were so anxious that they turned around and begged with tears, "Don't! It will ruin my daughter’s future if she go to jail! We... will let her apologize to you!"

My dad pressed my head to the ground and knocked it! Bang, bang, bang, I prostrated to Wendy several times and my head was splitting.

She smiled and said, okay, she would not bear grudges and would not sue me.

But she was obviously afraid that if she went to the police, she would not be able to conceal her fake academic credentials and other CEOs would feel sorry for her.

"Mrs. Jones is just too kind. This liar is still unrepentant. We must severely crack down on her arrogance and never let her go!"

Wendy said lightly, "Then let's unite and let the whole industry ban her, right?"

The bosses nodded with satisfaction. One sentence decided my fate.

My parents burst into tears and begged tremblingly. "Don't! Bosses, please be kind. Our daughter was just confused for a moment. Please let her go. We old couple will apologize for her!"

Instantly, I heard two heavy knees kneeling on the ground.