I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Zhou Yuan is an executive of an Internet company. He manages three departments and more than 200 people.

He works hard every day, works overtime on weekends, implements the 996 spirit, and enjoys blessings every day.

When leaders work overtime, the people below are naturally embarrassed not to work overtime. The company does not encourage overtime and calls on everyone to go home immediately after work, so most people have to go home to work. If you work from home, overtime does not end at nine o'clock. Many people work even more hours than before during 996, and some people once had the idea of ​​​​forgetting it with 996.

Zhou Yuan was full of energy, but he didn't know how someone of this 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 usually a good thing. Why did it happen to these young people that they all fell flat and were unwilling to work hard?

Even the stock price has dropped a lot, which makes Zhou Yuan feel very sad. Fortunately, the house price has not fallen, and he can still make a lot of money by collecting rent.

This time, because the company is going to launch a new project, which coincides with the idea of ​​Lu Jian’s large-scale immersive real-life game, we called on the entire company to sign up and participate in the project. If you are lucky, you can experience it in advance and learn from Lu Jian. experience of.

What a coincidence, Zhou Yuan got it.

He doesn't know anything about script killing or escape rooms, he just came here to observe and experience.

Zhou Yuan was originally prepared to treat it with a rigorous business attitude, but after receiving the script, he was a little dumbfounded.

The character is a worker who understands some writing, has been to Dr. House's clinic, and lives in an apartment called Happy House.

Suddenly turning from a capitalist to a worker, Zhou Yuan was a bit confused.

According to the information, he is considered a worker with a relatively good living environment.

There were three people sleeping in the small room, one of them was on a messy bed, and the other was on an old and leaky sofa. He was lying on the floor covered with a thin mattress, with the coldness behind him, and he was tossing and turning.

Three people share an apartment and take turns sleeping in the bed, which is pretty good.

How could he have suffered like this at such an old age?

Before four o'clock in the morning, Zhou Yuan was woken up from a very restless sleep.

He opened his eyes and found that the two coworkers who lived together had packed up and were getting ready to go out.

"So early? Doesn't work start at eight o'clock?"

he asked subconsciously.

"If you go at eight o'clock, you can only go to the most difficult position, and you won't be able to finish it at all."

The worker kindly reminded me.

Zhou Yuan didn't quite understand, but he didn't feel comfortable lying down, so he had to sit up, change his clothes, and hurried to the factory.

It was still dark, and winter mornings were the coldest. The wind made Zhou Yuan shiver all over. He suspected that he would catch a cold and have a fever after the script was over. He couldn't help but pull up his clothes to try to stay warmer.

You can see some food shops open on the road. Zhou Yuan wanted to have breakfast, but he only had a dozen yuan in savings in his pocket. He had to eat at noon, so he couldn't afford breakfast.

Just be hungry.

Fortunately, after walking a few steps, I saw a factory.

The factory was not large, but white smoke had already begun to emit from the chimney. Zhou Yuan immediately coughed when he smelled the smell of the factory. The smell was mixed with the stench of excrement, the choking smell of smoke, and I don't know what it smells like, the stench is so unpleasant that I have to cover my nose.

Zhou Yuan vomited on the spot.

Although the script stated that he had already been a skilled worker, his body's instincts could not fool him.

Seeing Zhou Yuan vomiting out, the audience who got up early or stayed up late all sighed with emotion.

[It was so early in the morning, I actually vomited on the spot when I saw others getting up early to go to work? 】

[This is too much to eat, brothers, it’s clean and hygienic]

[Hey, what kind of reality is this in the world? I get up to work at four o'clock in the morning. The working environment is so bad that I can't stand it anymore]

[I understand, this is a new phase of the Transformation Plan, right? It allows the big boss to experience the life at the bottom. Lu Tan really has good intentions. He really makes me cry to death! 】

[Wait a minute, isn't this a suspense script? Why do I need to watch him work? 】

Zhou Yuan's work was simple, just repetitive mechanical work. After working for a while, he saw his work order for today.

He can make one part in a minute, but today he has to make 1,200 parts!

Even if you don't take a break in the middle, you still have to work for twenty hours!

I start working at four o'clock now, and I have to finish it at exactly midnight in the evening.

No wonder the workers said that if they went in later, they wouldn’t be able to finish the work.

“This is too much.”

Zhou Yuan complained, causing the people around him to look at him.

"If you don't want to do it, give it to me. I can make one yuan for a hundred parts."

"Ah this"

Zhou Yuan remembered that the steamed buns on the roadside cost one yuan each. If he worked hard for twenty hours today, he could earn twenty yuan, which is an income of six hundred a month.

The rent is almost three hundred yuan!

Most of the money I earned through hard work was given to the landlord, and the rest was just enough to fill my stomach.

"You'd better do it more seriously. If the parts are unqualified, your quantity will be deducted. For every unqualified part, two parts will be deducted. It's a huge loss."

People around him reminded him.

"Is this still unqualified?"

As soon as Zhou Yuan complained, he saw a worker in front of him being arrested by the factory supervisor.

"These parts of yours are not up to standard. Let's redo them."

Zhou Yuan looked at the "unqualified" parts and they looked almost the same as normal ones.

"This looks the same."

He muttered something, and the supervisor saw it and immediately came over and took a look at Zhou Yuan's parts.

"These parts you made are all bullshit. They are all substandard. Redo them!"

"???"

Zhou Yuan couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's wrong with this? Isn't it exactly the same as the others?"

"Oh, in the factory, if I say it's not up to standard, it means it's not up to standard."

The supervisor gently patted Zhou Yuan's face.

"Do you think his parts are qualified?"

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 cursed.

"I quit! What a waste of time!"

"Wait a minute, you have at least 80 parts here, and you have to pay 160 yuan. You can either continue to finish the work, or leave 16 yuan to pack up and go home."

The supervisor shouted.

"Aren't you bullying honest people?"

Zhou Yuan cursed, but the factory security guards quickly arrived and restrained Zhou Yuan.

After some entanglement, the remaining ten yuan in Zhou Yuan's pocket was also taken away, and his clothes were almost stripped off.

Now he is homeless.

"What kind of world is this? This is too bullying."

Zhou Yuan walked on the street and felt that the world was in a miserable state. These capitalists were so abominable. How could this be exploitation? This was simply exploitation!

As he walked, he saw what seemed to be a woman standing on the dimly lit street.

The woman had a graceful figure and was wearing a cheongsam that fit her figure. The folding fan in her hand was opened, covering the lower half of her face.

Zhou Yuan approached her, thinking there was some beauty there.

Anyway, he has been kicked out of the factory now, so he can just find something to fish in these days.

He greeted the woman.

The woman seemed to smile and put away her fan.

Zhou Yuan saw that the face under the fan was twisted like a melted candle. The woman let out a frivolous laugh. Her figure seemed to have grown a lot. From under the hem of her skirt, a shadow spread like a The tentacles tightly entangled Zhou Yuan.

He retreated hurriedly, missed the mark and fell into the sewer.

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