Every time you make an overtime deduction, you are harvesting your life.
Delivery boy Ye Chen lived under this rule for five years, until he picked up a ten-year-old Nokia in a heavy rain. His death countdown was displayed on the screen - 27 years and 13 days of remaining life.
Then he discovered that the takeout platform that urged him to run faster every day was just the checkout counter of a hidden pawn shop. The penalty for overtime is not money, but his life.
Someone handed over a contract: ten years of life in exchange for a chance to make a comeback.
Someone handed him a dagger: his birth date was engraved on the blade.
Someone handed over a newspaper: In 2013, delivery boy Ye Chen died bravely in the name of justice - but that year, he was only eighteen years old.
He's not dead yet.
But the news of his death had already been written in advance.
——When your life is clearly marked with a price, do you choose to sell it cheaply or set your own price?
