It's been a year. A whole year.
Ever since he was "optimized" by the company he had worked for for eight years at the age of thirty-six, it was as if his backbone had been ripped out, and he collapsed in that one-bedroom rental house, relying on his meager savings and occasional odd jobs, living a life of day and night, taking out takeaways. Watching TV dramas, playing games, numbly watching the sun rise and set outside the window, rejecting all "care" from family and friends - those words sound like care, but when they fall on my heart, they are like a dull knife cutting flesh. They are nothing more than "You haven't found a job yet?" "You are not young, you have to hurry up!"
"Do you need to change this bad title for the fifth time?" He rubbed his temples and complained to WeChat voice, "Director, our 'Things About Tomorrow' series has been published for twenty issues. Aren't the data pretty good?"
The director's unmistakable voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's great! The reading count of the last article 'Secrets of Wei Zhongxian' was just over 100,000, and Party A's father was dissatisfied! What I want is a hit, a hit, understand? You must give me a new plan before tomorrow morning!"
Reader comments
Good, good, super nice.
The only drawback is that the historical timeline is not clear. I don't know how many years Chongzhen lived [laughing][laughing][laughing]
Good, good, super nice.
The only drawback is that the historical timeline is not clear. I don't know how many years Chongzhen lived [laughing][laughing][laughing]