Blue Goose woke up with a violent jolt and a splitting headache, as if he had been stuffed into a rotating drum washing machine. She remembered that she was working overtime at the company. In order to win that big client, she stayed up for three consecutive nights, and finally fell unconscious on the keyboard. But the scene in front of her made her wake up instantly - there was no familiar cubicle, no flickering computer screen, only the harsh hard board under her body, and the unfamiliar smell of sweat and livestock manure lingering on the tip of her nose.
"Are you awake? Get up and work as soon as you wake up!" A hoarse voice exploded in his ears, and then his arm was kicked hard. The blue goose grimaced in pain and struggled to sit up. What came into view was a Mongolian man wearing a coarse shorts, with a machete on his waist, and his eyes were as fierce as a wolf.
She looked around, completely confused.
