Civil engineering graduate Mo He entered the design institute with the dream of being an architect, but found that he was just a 996 drawing machine. When the 37th version of the drawing that he stayed up late to revise was completely overturned by Party A, and when the seven kinds of pills in the drawer of Master Linchuan were arranged like a steel grid, he finally had an epiphany at the construction site on a rainy night: the so-called survival in the workplace is not about calculating the concrete reinforcement ratio, but about finding a delicate balance between the will of the leader, the bottom line of norms, and the conscience of human nature.
——Those blueprints blurred by coffee stains will eventually be poured into the skyline that holds up the city.
It's wonderful and depressing.