There was still an unfinished PPT on the computer screen. Lin Chen rubbed his sore cervical vertebrae and took a swig of iced Coke. As a low-level employee of an Internet company, 996 is the norm and 007 is the daily routine. As soon as he sent the seventh version of the plan to Party A, his vision went black. The last thing he heard was the exclamation of his colleagues and the crisp sound of the keyboard falling to the ground.
When he opened his eyes again, the dazzling sunlight made him squint, and there was a chirping noise in his ears - not the sound of printers in the office, but the laughter of boys and girls.
"Hey, the new guy is blocking the way!"
