04/29/25 - It’s time we purged some people.
A compilation of wrong texts:
“I got a wrong text. It’s really short but it makes me sad. I don’t know if their cornfield is doing okay. Sigh.” [OP attaches a photo of the text, which reads, “Qingzheng, our cornfield got flooded.”]
“This is code. Cornfield refers to generic underground locations, like casinos, brothels, drug labs, sand quarries [most organised crime in China sells sand, like literal sand, not a euphemism], etc. They probably have multiple locations and they assign different code names to each, like corn field, sorghum field, wheat field, apple orchard, etc. Water refers to law enforcement. Basically, they’re saying, “Destroy the evidence right away. We lost one of our locations and it might affect you.” As for why it got sent to you, they don’t really save each other to contact’s lists, and they don’t have properly registered SIM cards [each SIM card has to be registered to a real name in China], so they have to memorise each other’s number. They’ll change phone numbers every two months. If this is in Yunnan, it’s probably drugs.”
“I got, “Don’t forget to toss the body in the well.””
“I get texts like these all the time, “Lin Shuzhen, it’s been years. Do you still not want to deal with this? There’s still government assistance politics. Respond to me and I’ll draw up a plan.””
[A text exchange that goes, “Li Hua, you there? This is Li Feng. Add me on wechat so we can get in touch.”
OP: “Hi, you got the wrong number. I’m not the guy you’re looking for.”
“Oh. You’re not Li Hua?”
“Come water the fields.”
OP: “You got the wrong guy. This is the wrong number. I have no idea who you are. And I’m not watering your fields.”]
[And another exchange, “No wonder I need to give you permission to play Mahjong. Did you think I would? I’m gonna tell Liu Jun about this.”
OP: “??? Who is this?”
“Wrong number, sorry.”
OP: “Good job.”
“Give the card to Liu. I’ll go to the tofu store to pick it up.”
OP: “What the hell, you got the wrong number again?”
“We don’t have to be enemies.”
OP: “Again? Please, can you at least double check the number before you text?”
“Sorry.”]
“I got something like this and it scared the hell out of me. “Long, you know anyone in the Dezhou Prison?””
“When I was 12 or 13, I kept getting texts and calls from some stranger who thought I was his girlfriend, kept apologising to me and saying he wants to marry me. I told him he got the wrong person and it’s like he couldn’t understand me. Harassed me forever. I even called back and chewed him out and it didn’t work.”
“Same exact experience. Also when I was 12 or 13, I’d get calls from a guy who kept apologising, and it didn’t matter how many times I told him he had the wrong number.”
“Benny Chen [actor] and Lisa Jiang [model] were livestreaming, and someone asked them if work was easy to find in Hong Kong. Lisa said, “It’s easy enough to find work in Hong Kong. You can earn 45K a month just washing dishes. But nobody wants to do it. Whether or not it’s easy to find work depends on what kind of work you want.”
A netizen said, “I’ve worked a couple of times in Hong Kong. People say Hong Kong has a high cost of living, but it’s not that different from Hangzhou, Shanghai, Beijing, or Shenzhen. They all have high cost of living, but there are still plenty of cheap restaurants, and those cheap restaurants can be plenty clean and hygienic too.”
Service industry refers to hairdressers, waiters, handymen, etc. This is why most people in developed countries have their own car and know a little bit about how to fix cars and household appliances!
In a small town where wages are only 4.5K a month, if three people were splitting a three bedroom, they’d be paying 1K a month in rent. Hong Kong’s 45K is not that different from our 4.5K. It’s all the same.
What does everyone think?”
Comments say, “What does this have to do with you?”
“My friend is in Hong Kong and he can’t get a meal for less than a couple hundred. It’s really expensive.”
“Educate yourself before you start posting, clickbait.”
[A doctor was accused of leaving an anaesthetised patient on the table to have an affair with a fellow doctor. This event blew up on the internet because when people started digging into the personal details of the lady doctor here, they discovered she went through an expedited medical program, might have faked her scientific papers, and other suspicious details. This is a post compiling a lot of the discussion and evidence.]
“I want to take advantage of this China-Japan Friendship Hospital Xiao Fei Incident to talk about the bizarre Barnard College!
This Barnard College is a women’s college affiliated with Columbia University, but with its own separate admissions program, similar to some second-grade universities in China. In reality, Barnard is just a diploma mill.
But the key is here. When it comes to China’s Ministry of Education’s diploma verification, Barnard College is treated the same as Columbia University. And thus, Barnard College has become the top choice for a lot of wealthy Chinese people to slack their way to a diploma in America. Of course, only for girls.
You can imagine, go overseas and get a Columbia University diploma and come back to China. Get your parents to use their connections to put you in a big company or nationally-funded company, or government work. No one can even accuse you of any nepotism even if the information was publicised, because Columbia University is ranked higher than even Qinghua internationally.
But do you know how easy it is to get into Barnard College? All you have to do is get into any community college and then transfer in. And when you graduate, you’ll get a diploma from Columbia University. This is a well-trodden path to success that many wealthy people have already walked.”
[There’s a screenshot of Baidu Wiki’s page on Barnard College attached. It only shows the first paragraph or two, which contains more or less the same information as the first couple of paragraphs on Wikipedia, and also includes that it was ranked the 18th Best Liberal Arts College in America in 2023 by US News.]
“If Miss Dong didn’t form the wrong values going to high school in America and vow to herself to sleep with every male heart surgeon and got ripped a new one by a certain Mrs. Julien Sorel, she might have succeeded and became Vice Chairman of the Political Consultive Conference at the state or city level (or other position of the same value). This is the typical “apolitical, educated, American, ethnic minority, female” path [the starting character in each word here in China forms the word “innocent maiden”—无党派, 知识分子，美国留学，少数民族, 女]. Dong probably wouldn’t have stayed a surgeon for long, but she’ll join the research lab of a well-renowned Fellow and get first name on several highly-rated papers (which are obviously put together by research workhorses who have plenty of talent but no background). Once she has all kinds of medals and honours, she’ll have finished “accumulating capital”, and she’ll quickly transfer to hospital administration, probably Director of a major department like research, healthcare, or education. Then she’ll become Deputy Chairman, and use her title to exchange for an equivalent title in government.”
“A lot of people don’t understand why Dong —Ying is already the daughter of a well-established CEO and a Fellow at the Bejing University of Technology, and has already bought a highly sought after diploma from America, but she still wanted to squeeze into healthcare work. At first, I didn’t get it either, but now, I think this is a way to inherit power. Normal people think that nepo babies can just spend their life partying and having fun, and don’t need to do any hard work at all, but actually, power is very pragmatic. Nobody cares about you the second you leave. When you’re in power, everyone will bow, but the second you lose power, no one will visit you again. So they have an urgent need to pass down their power. If their children enter a field with a low barrier to entry, that means they’ll be in fierce competition with other nepo babies. So the Dong family thought of the 4+4 plan at Xiehe. This loophole means that after Dong is hired, she probably won’t stay a surgeon for long [at this point, this post repeats the same strategy outlined above, ending with] for an equivalent title in government, and be able to perfectly take over the baton of power. If this mode becomes widespread, normal people will never be able to change their life. They’ll be nothing but blood packs for the elites.
Also, I couldn’t understand why someone as “noble” as Dong would become Xiao’s mistress. But this isn’t a Princess becoming a concubine. This is a noble lady looking for a fuck toy.”
And screenshots of texts that read, “I hear Chairman Mi [her grandpa] didn’t even hold his postgrad meeting today. He didn’t even come into work. Insiders are saying that the Dong family might have built Xiehe and a couple buildings in Dongzhong. Also, whether or not Chairman Mi had twins via surrogacy. It’s a pretty big deal. There’s a lot of shady stuff going on in that family. Dong’s thesis on Computer Visuals was probably written by her aunt. Her aunt doesn’t have the same last name so it’s a bit harder to figure out. Her aunt is named Ban. Her aunt and uncle are all professors at Beijing University of Technology.”
Comments say, “I’m just confused. With those badass family connections, why does she have to use her body to find herself to some mere doctor? Why not the director of the hospital?”
“No wonder Doctor Xiao went to such lengths to marry in.”
“It’s time we purged some people.”
“A photo of before and after the Russians came:
Comments say, “You wanna post pictures of Afghanistan, Iraq, and Yugoslavia?”
“World peace is the biggest obstacle to American development.”
“You probably couldn’t fit all the pictures into the image size limit for America.”
“People are really bitching on behalf of Chechen terrorists?”
A compilation of people fighting back against bullying:
“Shared to Rednote that I had a female classmate who was harassed by a guy in class. The guy thought she would just take it, but she didn’t. She fought the guy, and when the head teacher told her to come up to the podium to apologise, the first thing she said was, “Please be proud of me!””
“When I stood up for class in middle school, my male deskmate groped my butt. He probably thought I wouldn’t fight back under those circumstances. But in front of the teacher and the class and everyone, I slapped him in the face four times and broke his ear drum. He had tinnitus for a month. Everyone in my year called me Saint Bitchslap after that.”
“The teacher told on me to the head teacher that I disrupted class. She pulled me into her office and told me, “Don’t use your hand next time, it’ll hurt.” My deskmate’s mom came in all angry the next day, heard what happened from my head teacher, and beat my deskmate up with a textbook, all like, “That’s what you get for groping people! What a pervert! You would get sentenced to death back in the day!” I heard later that my deskmate was raised by his grandparents. His mom worked upper management at a national company and is super busy all the time.”
“When I was little, every time a boy pissed me off, I would grab him by the collar and spin him around and toss him out. Felt good in that moment.”
“I kick them from behind.”
“I had super long hair when I was little, and my male classmate tied my hair to the legs of my chair. I wasn’t prepared when I stood up, and not only did it yank my scalp painfully, but I got tripped by my chair and fell and hit my head on the desk and bled everywhere. The classmate laughed at me, and I have no idea where that rush of strength came from, but I picked up the chair and beat him with it. In the end, my classmate needed 4 stitches and I needed 2. Both our parents got called to school and it all went nowhere, but until I graduated from primary school, nobody ever fucked with me again.”
“When I was in middle school, there was a class bully who caught a caterpillar during break and put it in my collar. I was honestly terrified. Screamed and shook the work out. But I don’t know where anger seized me. I picked up the bug and sat in my seat and waited for the bell to ring. It was my head teacher’s class, and while he and the whole class was looking at me, I gripped the caterpillar, walked up to the guy, and slapped it on his face and ground it into his skin. He completely froze. I glared at him and turned and told the teacher, “Sorry, teacher, I’ll go stand outside.” The teacher looked really complicated too. He told me to go wash my hands and come back and listen to class. After that, nobody ever fucked with me.”
“I was the tallest girl in class when I was little. You can tell from my IP that none of the guys in class are very tall. At the time, the class bully liked to bully my best friend, who was class representative. Supposedly, he had a “crush” on her. It was all kinds of sexual harassment, blocking her in corridors, refusing to turn in his homework, telling everyone that my friend was into him. I tried telling the teacher multiple times, but the teachers would rather pretend nothing happened, or lecture both parties, and never took real action. One day, he came to harass my friend again and made her cry, and a fire of justice was lit in my chest. I fought that bully, pulled his nipple, kicked his dick, slapped him in the face. He fought back real hard too, tried to kick me in the crotch, but I don’t have a dick. It hurt, but I could still move, and I sent him flying. In the end, the teacher came over and I pretended to pass out, and nothing ever happened to me. He stayed away from my friend and I after that.”
“I transferred to the city when I was 16 and all the city kids looked down on me and bullied me. I was always ignored and super low-key, but no matter how low-key I was, I kept getting ignored. This tiny girl much shorter than me said she’d have her cop dad arrest my dad. Just taunting me for no reason. If I ignore her, she’d get on the podium and challenge me in front of the whole class like, “You gonna fight me or what?” Never seen anyone ask for that, but okay, why not. I put down my paperwork and started chasing her down and beating her. I chased her all over the field, didn’t matter what the teacher said. I just told her while I was chasing her, “Don’t let me catch you, or I’m going to kill you today. I’ve been putting up with you for a long time. You just said today you’d have your dad arrest mine…” And after chasing her around until she was just about begging for her life, everyone else in class left me alone after that. Although I won, they’ll still band together and single me out. But that doesn’t matter. Just gives me more time to study. I went from bottom of my class to the top.”
“Before third grade, I was bullied by most of the male classmates in my class. They pulled my hair, flipped up my dress, dug through my bag and stole my money. I was thin and short and couldn’t fight back against them. My dad told me to get myself a weapon them, a broomstick, a chair. He’d rather go to prison for me than take me to the hospital. After third grade, I shot up in height and I could beat them up without a weapon. The classmates who bullied me all avoided me. One time, an idiot got so agitated while arguing with me that he spat on me, and I chased him onto the monkey bars and he couldn’t get down. I could climb up, but then he’d flee down the other side. I never waste my effort. So I sat under a tree and watched him get burnt up in the sun all afternoon. The teacher asked the class leader to call me back to class and I refused to go. I waited all the way until after school and he had to climb down and get beaten up by me. I will crush any bully.”
“The guy sitting in front of me in sixth grade watched too much porn and kept flirting with the girl to the left of me. I couldn’t take it and started standing up for her, and the guy started bullying me, and did a lot of really creepy stuff. I couldn’t stand it and fought the guy multiple times, but the girl on my left never tried to stand up for me.”
“When I was in primary school, a guy in my class bullied my little sister in a lower grade, and I pushed myself up on my desk and kicked him. Even now, I think I was super cool in that moment.”
Wild to see the hate for Barnard. A diploma mill? It's a Seven Sisters school! They have an 8% acceptance rate!