Mr. Qingshui was quite a talker. He talked about all sorts of things, starting with how he had wanted to find a job after graduating from college, only to discover that he could not do any of the jobs available in his field because they required work experience. But he could not gain experience without working, and yet he needed experience to find work. Companies did not want to train someone for nothing and then face the possibility of them jumping ship, so it became a vicious cycle. With no other choice, Mr. Qingshui had taken a job outside his field at a small company.
A small company was a small company. Although payday did not come until the twenty-fifth of each month, being able to get by was good enough. Mr. Qingshui had dreamed of saving up some money, making a down payment, and happily becoming a slave to a mortgage. Unfortunately, the small company was not very resilient either. After he had worked there for two years, the boss could not keep going and announced that the company was closing. Mr. Qingshui was instantly unemployed.
Without any particular skills, and having spent two years on other tasks, he had all but forgotten what he had studied, returning it to his teachers. Mr. Qingshui immediately found himself in a predicament. He did not want to go back to his previous kind of work. After all, he could see exactly how that life would turn out. There was little chance of promotion, and the pay was essentially fixed. At most, he could rise to a managerial position. Mr. Qingshui wanted to change himself, but to save money, he had no choice but to move out and live in an internet café, becoming an internet café refugee.
His miserable life still