Chapter 98: Trap
My career has been going on for over a week, and I've spent the past week in a daze without feeling any busyness or fatigue. I had mentally prepared myself to be exploited and oppressed by capitalists, but unexpectedly, my life turned out to be even more relaxing and boring than when I was in college.
Looking back on the work of this week, apart from thoroughly eliminating poverty in the level of Dou Di Zhu on QQ games and preparing to enter a well-off life with head held high, it was every day after working hard at Dou Di Zhu accompanied by a cup of light green tea or a cup of fragrant and rich coffee, analyzing the domestic enemy class struggle situation and international political dynamics from newspapers.
Although this leisurely and self-satisfied work state is what many people yearn for, when the surrounding colleagues' discriminatory and contemptuous gazes occasionally envelop you, you can only feel a sense of awkwardness and incompatibility with the environment. So I could only hold on to the mindset of "serving the people, regardless of position" and choose to sweep the company's sanitation every day to subtly hint to everyone that I am still a useful person. However, apart from earning more contemptuous and discriminatory gazes, it didn't attract the slightest attention from my boss or acknowledgement from my colleagues. On the other hand, the cleaning aunt would often appear out of nowhere after seeing me finish sweeping the house, express her gratitude for my support of her work, and while holding my hand, praise me as a young and promising youth with a bright future. As for the recognition I received from the cleaning aunt due to my talent in sweeping sanitation, I could only smile wryly and accept it, silently wondering in my heart if her acknowledgement was hinting that I should change careers...
After completing today's Dou Di Zhu score plan ahead of schedule, I looked up at the clock and it was just time to get off work. So I shut down my computer, packed up my things, and rushed out of the company to catch the bus.
No sooner had I just boarded the car than I received a call from San Baozi, who questioned me in an accusatory tone why I had been silent and unresponsive after finding a job, without even a word of greeting to my dormitory brothers. He also made a profound criticism of my irresponsible behavior, saying that I had not set a good example or taken the lead, and that my actions would have a far-reaching impact on the attitude of other dormitory members towards their work in the future.
I had intended to come up with some reasonable excuses, but San Baozi, who has been sleeping in the bunk above me for over a year, is clearly familiar with my thought process. As soon as I uttered the first word of my sentence, he immediately stopped me from continuing and criticized my recent behavior as hypocritical, citing the central government's spirit of "being practical". He said that the most practical thing to do would be to arrange a series of corrupt activities for them as soon as possible. So, I had no choice but to discuss with him the timing of this practical activity. To my surprise, San Baozi let out a cold laugh and smugly told me that all the brothers in the dormitory have taken time off from their busy schedules to gather at a private room in a restaurant, waiting to witness my practical actions.
I could only hang up the phone with a blank expression, silently lamenting the behavior of my dormitory brothers and roughly estimating my economic burden after taking out my wallet. I got off at the next stop and hailed a taxi to rush to a hotel.
Although it has been less than three weeks since the last dormitory gathering, the atmosphere is already much worse. You can clearly feel that everyone's face is filled with a sense of depression and oppression due to the pressure of employment. As employment is an eternal theme surrounding every university student's life in their senior year, this gathering also basically did not stray from this topic.
After being rejected at several large job fairs, most of the people in our dormitory chose to take the postgraduate entrance exam or become a civil servant, two options that almost every college student has considered. From the moment we stepped into the university campus, many people carried with them their parents' hopes and dreams for them to take the postgraduate entrance exam. This also proves that many parents are still under the spell of the " imperial examination" system that has been poisoning Chinese intellectuals for thousands of years. Many people have lost their ability to think independently due to China's nine-year compulsory education and three years of high school education, and instead mechanically follow their parents' wishes without considering whether they are suitable for taking the exam. As a result, the army of people taking the postgraduate entrance exam is growing larger and more blind, with many people who cannot find work or are afraid of employment pressure joining in. The postgraduate entrance exam has gradually become a tool for obtaining a decent job, and the term "postgraduate entrance exam family" has become a synonym for those who do not want to give up campus life, are afraid of employment pressure, and do not have the ability to find work.
Since the country introduced the civil service examination system a few years ago, due to its own advantages such as low difficulty and ease of operation, it has been favored by those who yearn for a stable life, easy work environment, stable income, and considerable gray income but do not want to face the pressure of finding a job. Especially parents with strong "imperial examination" ideas are delighted to find a path that truly conforms to their own ideology and begin to instill in their children the idea of taking the civil service exam. As a result, the civil service examination has gradually taken over some of the "historical responsibilities" that the postgraduate entrance examination had shouldered in recent years...
After each brother in the dormitory finished introducing their own bittersweet job search experiences, I couldn't help but feel surprised and admiring of San Bao's performance once again. He was actually the second person in our dormitory to find a job after me, and also a living example of someone who successfully entered the workplace with a genuine college degree. In combination with San Bao's usual behavior in my impression, I truly realized that I didn't fully understand the "crazy" nature of this world.
I thought San Pangzi should be the happiest person among us today, but after a few cups of wine, he became more depressed than anyone else. At this time, Lao Er timely opened his chest to show concern and encouraged San Pangzi to open up his heart completely on the table in front of me.
Sanpangzi was also frustrated in the first few days of job hunting, so after getting drunk with alcohol, he chose to go to an internet cafe to spend the long sleepless night. After playing a few rounds of CS and World of Warcraft, he opened QQ to find someone who was equally lonely and quiet to chat with online to pass the night.
At this time, the avatar of a classmate who was surfing the internet at home happened to be flashing in San Baozi's QQ, so San Baozi happily started chatting with this girl and had a pleasant conversation.
Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol combined with the psychological conflict caused by not having lost his virginity after four years in college that made Sanpangzi obviously lose his composure during this chat. When mm asked him what he was doing, he replied to mm without hesitation, "Watching A?."
Although still retaining a few points of intoxication, after the impulse, San Baozi quickly recovered his calmness and was waiting quietly for MM's impending stormy scolding. However, as time passed by second by second, MM didn't have any reaction. Thus, San Baozi helplessly closed the dialogue box. Just when San Baozi was about to return to the game again, MM's online avatar shook once more at the right bottom corner of the computer desktop. After taking a deep breath, San Baozi clicked on that avatar with trembling hands.
Three Chubby tried his best to eliminate the visual disturbance caused by alcohol, and with a surprised expression, he looked at it three times in a row. The MM sent "Why do you boys all want to watch it!? Is it that good? I also want to see it tomorrow, will you accompany me?" This series of words was enough to make Three Chubby's blood vessels bulge. At this moment, the psychological repression brought by the sweet and sweet scenes around him for three years in college finally burst out. Although Three Chubby also clearly recognized that MM's teasing at this moment was just to satisfy the spiritual needs of both people, he still accepted and cooperated with MM's teasing with a certain quality, and exchanged his experience and views on A-porn appreciation over the years with MM...
The next day at noon, just as San Baozi was dozing off on the bed, MM's phone call came in, asking San Baozi when he had time today and hoping that San Baozi could go to their home to have a more in-depth discussion about last night's topic accompanied by A-graded movies. From childhood to adulthood, Chu had only touched the hand of an ice cream vendor aunt once when buying an ice pop, and San Baozi had never had any substantial contact with females before. This nature also determined that when this opportunity, which he had been thinking about day and night and going crazy for, arrived without any warning, San Baozi was clearly unprepared mentally and did not dare to accept the reality. With a red face, he said into the phone a sentence that would make him regret for life: "I... thought you were joking yesterday...", and it was this seemingly ordinary sentence that caused MM to fall silent on the phone for a full minute before hanging up in anger, and no matter how San Baozi called back with a remorseful heart after sobering up, she never picked up again.
Some people often complain that they have no opportunities, with a talent that has nowhere to be used. In fact, opportunities often belong only to those who are good at discovering and grasping them. I think San Baozi should now be able to feel this phenomenon very well. But in our eyes, what we see now is the fairness of God. Since San Baozi was so lucky to be successful in his career, it also early on foretold his failure in love...
In the morning, I was hastily pulled up from bed by Qin Kaiyi, who anxiously reminded me that I was going to be late. In response to Qin Kaiyi's overreaction, all I could do was reluctantly cooperate with her. I really wanted to tell her that no one in my company would care if I was late...
When I strolled into the company with a relaxed and leisurely attitude, munching on a bun, the secretary stopped me and handed me some materials to type out quickly in preparation for the meeting. Although this seemed like a very simple and ordinary task, in my eyes it was an important sign, indicating that my career had reached another milestone. So I excitedly looked up at the clock on the wall, quickly recorded this historic moment in my mind, and then hastily walked to my desk, seriously typing out the materials.
When I finished printing the materials, several other colleagues from the planning department started walking to the conference room one after another. So, with a nervous and excited mood, I followed them with the materials in hand.
"Ah, good health!" The secretary called out to me just as I was about to enter the conference room. I subconsciously stopped in my tracks and turned around to give her an inquiring look. "Just hand over the materials, that's all. What I meant earlier was for you to help me print these materials because I'm too busy at the moment. You don't need to attend the meeting..." Before I could even fully wipe the awkward smile off my face, the secretary took the materials from my hands and walked into the conference room, heavily closing the door behind her...
I'm starting to suspect that the boss of this company hired me for an ulterior motive, based on this profit-first unhealthy society, I don't believe he hired me out of sympathy for my poor fellow schoolmate's misfortune as a charitable act, but in this week or so, apart from those few thousand words of materials I wrote just now, I haven't shed a single drop of sweat or created any wealth for this company...
With this question in mind, along with the Global Times I bought on the way here this morning, I headed towards the luxurious toilet of this office building.
It's been over a week since I came here, and the toilet is the best place I've found, it's also the most humane. There are no pretentious expressions, no hypocritical praise, no contemptuous or exclusionary glances, always spotlessly clean after being swept and mopped, and occasionally air freshener is sprayed in the toilet.
It wasn't until I don't know when that sitting on the toilet in a bathroom filled with faint fragrance, quiet and cool, reading newspapers gradually became one of my recent habits.
"That new guy Kang Jian is really stupid!" Just as I was concentrating on studying the recent series of problems facing the Taiwan Strait in a toilet cubicle, a sudden sentence interrupted me.
"I think so too!" At this time, another voice also entered my ears, and it can be judged that two people in our company are going to the toilet and doing the "backbiting" habit that has been passed down since ancient times.
"I heard his girlfriend's dad is our company's biggest client, that's why he was able to get in through this connection!"
"Yes! I also seem to have heard the boss say that! Come in and come in, it's not enough! Still have to find something to do every day! Really stupid! Isn't it good to be supported like a big shot?"
"How the hell can't I find a rich man's daughter to marry?! If it were me, I wouldn't go to work! Serving my wife every day would be a great life, damn it's good! Like that idiot, still insisting on going out to work for others!"
"Shut up! Stop complaining! Some people are just lucky because of their foolishness! You should try to get a girlfriend first before talking!"
After they left, I slowly walked out of the cubicle and stood in front of the large mirror on the wall. No matter how I looked at myself, I didn't look like a parasite who made a living by eating soft rice. At this moment, I suddenly remembered a sentence I had heard in a comedy sketch: "The sky has never dropped a pie, even if it did, it's either a trap or a pitfall..." At this moment, I thought of Guo Ceng's performance that day and realized that I had obviously fallen into another trap set by the clever and lovely Qin Ke Yi for me. This time, however, it was beyond my expectation that Qin Ke Yi's father was involved. But at this moment, I didn't have the mood to think about that. My only thought now was to leave this company as soon as possible. So I hastily returned to my desk, quickly typed out a resignation letter, and wondered if I should record this historic moment in my career...
