We work, but the people we work for are not necessarily people, nor are our teammates, or even the boss or the world -
Gu Yao is a second-generation migrant worker, or a second-generation migrant worker. Among all the bright second-generation people, his position can be called elegant and refined - internal recruitment, pure carrot job, inheriting his father's business, and continuing to work for the "boss" in the world of ghost stories.
It wasn't until he was thrown into the Cthulhu Tower, which was as bright as daylight, that he truly realized what weird capitalism was.
Looking at the sign at the elevator entrance that said "Up to the next floor: ¥5000", Gu Yao touched all over his body and took out the remaining eighty-two yuan and thirty-six cents.
He looked at his new regular teammates beside him: "Do you still have money?"
The teammate calmly pushed up his glasses: "You can print it."
Gu Yao's pupils were shocked: "... Even if we have to print money, why do the raw materials require me to go to the toilet to throw toilet paper???"
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