438. Moving Bricks at the Factory, I Furiously Talked Back to the Supervisor
Zhou Yuan is a senior executive at an internet company, overseeing three departments and more than two hundred employees.
He works hard every day, even working overtime on weekends, embodying the "996 spirit," and enjoys the rewards of his hard work every day.
When leaders work overtime, their subordinates naturally feel embarrassed not to. The company discourages overtime and encourages everyone to go home immediately after work, which leads to most people having to work from home. Working from home means that overtime doesn't end at nine o'clock. Many people work even longer than during the previous 996 work schedule, and some have even considered just quitting the 996 system altogether.
Zhou Yuan was full of energy, but he didn't know how someone his age could fall asleep so early.
When he was young, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep every day. Starting a business was a wonderful thing. So why do these young people all lie down, become lazy, and unwilling to work hard?
Even the stock price has dropped significantly, which makes Zhou Yuan very sad. Fortunately, the house price has not fallen, and she can still make a lot of money from rent.
This time, because the company is going to start a new project, which coincides with Lu Ban's idea of a large-scale immersive real-world game, we called on everyone in the company to sign up and participate in the project. If they are lucky, they can experience it in advance and learn from Lu Ban's experience.
What a coincidence! Zhou Yuan just happened to draw it.
He doesn't know anything about murder mystery games or escape rooms; he's just here to observe and experience them.
Zhou Yuan originally intended to approach the project with a rigorous professional attitude, but after receiving the script, he was somewhat dumbfounded.
The role is that of a worker who knows some words, has been to Dr. House's clinic, and lives in an apartment building called House of Happiness.
Suddenly going from capitalist to worker, Zhou Yuan was a bit lost.
According to the information, he was considered to have a relatively good living environment among the workers.
Three people were sleeping in the cramped room. One was on a messy bed, another on a worn-out sofa, and he was lying on the floor covered with a thin mattress, feeling the coldness behind him as he tossed and turned.
An apartment shared by three people, taking turns sleeping in the bed, is already quite good.
How could he have suffered like this in his entire life?
Before four in the morning, Zhou Yuan, who was sleeping very restlessly, was woken up by noise.
He opened his eyes and found that his two roommates had already packed up and were ready to leave.
"So early? Isn't work supposed to start at eight?"
He asked instinctively.
"If you go at eight o'clock, you'll only get the most difficult positions, and you won't be able to finish them at all."
The worker kindly offered a reminder.
Zhou Yuan didn't quite understand, but he wasn't comfortable lying down, so he had no choice but to sit up, change his clothes, and rush to the factory.
It was still dark, and the winter mornings were the coldest. The wind made Zhou Yuan shiver all over. He suspected that he would definitely catch a cold and fever after the script was finished, so he pulled his clothes tighter, trying to get warmer.
Along the way, some food shops Door Opening. Zhou Yuan wanted to have breakfast, but when she checked her pockets, she only had a dozen yuan in savings. She also needed to eat lunch, so she couldn't afford breakfast at all.
Let them be hungry.
Fortunately, after walking a few steps, I saw a factory.
The factory wasn't large, but white smoke was already billowing from its chimney. As soon as Zhou Yuan smelled the factory, he immediately started coughing. The smell was a mixture of the stench of excrement, the pungent smell of smoke, and some other unidentifiable odor. It was so foul that it made people cover their noses.
Zhou Yuan vomited on the spot.
Although the script indicated he was already a skilled worker, his body's instincts couldn't lie to him.
Seeing Zhou Yuan vomit, viewers who either got up early or stayed up late were all moved.
[This morning, I actually saw someone get up early for work and then vomit on the spot?!]
This is so good with rice, guys! It's clean and hygienic too.
Damn, this is so real! Getting up at 4 AM for work, the working conditions are awful, I can't take it anymore!
[Got it, this is the new season of "Transformation," right? Making a big boss experience life at the bottom of society, Lu Ban really went to great lengths, he really... I'm crying so much!]
Wait a minute, isn't this a suspenseful murder mystery game? Why am I watching him work?
Zhou Yuan's work was simple, purely repetitive and mechanical labor. After working for a while, he saw his work order for the day.
He can make one part per minute, but today he has to make 1,200 parts!
Even if they don't rest in between, they have to work non-stop for twenty hours!
I start working at 4 PM now, and I need to finish by midnight.
No wonder my coworkers said they wouldn't have been able to finish if they had gone any later.
"That's too much."
Zhou Yuan made a comment that drew a glance from the person next to him.
"If you don't want to do it, give it to me. I can make a dollar for every hundred parts."
"Oh, this."
Zhou Yuan remembers that a steamed bun from the roadside costs one yuan. If she works hard for twenty hours today, she can only earn twenty yuan, which is six hundred yuan a month.
The rent is almost three hundred yuan!
Most of the money I earned through hard work went to the landlord, and what was left was barely enough to feed myself.
"You'd better do it carefully. If any parts are substandard, they'll deduct from your total quantity. If one part is substandard, they'll deduct from two. That's a huge loss."
People around him reminded him.
"How could this not be up to standard?"
Just as Zhou Yuan made a complaint, she saw a worker being pulled out by the factory supervisor ahead.
"These parts of yours are all substandard, redo them."
Zhou Yuan looked at the few "defective" parts, which looked almost the same as the normal ones.
"They all look the same."
He muttered something, and the supervisor saw it, immediately walked over, and glanced at Zhou Yuan's parts.
"What kind of garbage are these parts you made? They're all substandard. Redo them!"
"???"
Zhou Yuan could no longer tolerate it.
"What's wrong with this? Isn't it exactly the same as the others?"
"Ha, in the factory, if I say it's not up to standard, it's not up to standard."
The supervisor gently patted Zhou Yuan's face.
"Do you think his parts are up to standard?"
He asked the people around him.
Everyone shook their heads, not daring to stand up for Zhou Yuan.
Seeing this, Zhou Yuan became furious and started cursing.
"I quit! What a piece of junk, a waste of time!"
"Wait a minute, you have at least eighty parts here, and you'll have to pay for one hundred and sixty more. You can either finish it or leave sixteen dollars and pack your things to go home."
The supervisor called out.
"Aren't you bullying an honest person?"
Zhou Yuan cursed, but the factory security guards quickly arrived and restrained Zhou Yuan.
After a struggle, Zhou Yuan's last ten or so yuan were stolen, and he almost had his clothes stripped off.
He is now unemployed.
"What kind of world is this? This is too much of a bullying!"
As Zhou Yuan walked down the street, he felt the coldness of the world. These capitalists were truly despicable. This wasn't just exploitation; it was outright exploitation!
As he walked, he saw what appeared to be a woman standing on the dimly lit street.
The woman had a graceful figure, wearing a form-fitting cheongsam, and her folding fan was open, obscuring the lower half of her face.
Zhou Yuan leaned closer, thinking there was some beautiful woman there.
Anyway, I've already been kicked out of the factory, so I'll just try to find something to slack off on for the next few days to get by.
He greeted the woman.
The woman seemed to smile and put away her fan.
Zhou Yuan saw that the face beneath the fan was distorted like a melting candle. The woman let out a frivolous laugh, and her figure seemed to have grown considerably larger. From under her skirt, shadows spread out like tentacles, tightly entangling Zhou Yuan.
He hurriedly stepped back, lost his footing, and fell into the sewer.
The scene changes.
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