My name is Li Cheng. I graduated from a diploma mill, and for me, graduation meant unemployment. In the year after I graduated, I went from one job fair to another. My ambition gradually faded until even putting food on the table became a problem. I had no choice but to give in to life and take a job at a small factory. Then came endless work and endless overtime, for a take-home pay of only two or three thousand yuan. In this big city, after paying rent, all I had left was enough to get by.
After a piece of equipment malfunctioned, I was kicked out too. With nowhere else to go, I returned home, a far cry from the ambitious young man I’d once been. That was when I started working as a corpse bearer, and began encountering things I knew nothing about.
