The Protagonist Has an Unrivaled Background but Works at an Electronics Factory 主角背景无人能敌，在电子厂打工的。

5 一 Yizhi Xiaoqi's 17th Book 一纸小旗第17本书 A Paper Flag一纸小旗Urban648k WordsCompleted A country boy with superb medical skills lands a job at an electronics factory in the kingdom of women. From then on, there's no stopping him. With charm and skill to back him up, he thrives and rises to the pinnacle of life! 1.3kReads8.1Score143Shelves

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Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

6 最 The Ultimate Slacker System 最强摆烂系统 Ambitious志向远大Historical947k WordsCompleted “Congratulations, Host, you’re starting to slack off!” “System activated successfully!” “This System is dedicated to helping the Host enjoy a wonderful life!” “Our motto is: working is never an option. You can only get by by slacking off!” “System?” Hearing the voice in his mind, Xu Jinyang was stunned for a moment. Then his face lit up with excitement. Of course! He’d said it: after finally getting the chance to transmigrate, how could Heaven let him die so easily? Haha, his golden finger had f 393Reads—Score—Shelves

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I feel like this is okay

7 铁 Rust and Blossoms 铁锈与繁花 Tian Yuefang of Deer West Island鹿西岛的田月芳Modern Romance136k WordsCompleted 1990s + inspirational realism + female awakening + a determined comeback + making a life far from home + workplace transformation + family ties + sincere romance + friendly neighbors At seventeen, she never imagined that the peachwood talisman her mother pressed into her palm would accompany her through so many storms: from the crowded sleeper cars of a green train to the fluorescent-lit workshop of an electronics factory; from an old night-school building overgrown with ivy to the desk in her o 525Reads—Score—Shelves

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She once tightened screws two thousand times on the assembly line of an electronics factory, and also kneeled to rescue parts in heavy rain. There are no miracles in Zhang Yanqiu's story, only the insistence that "pain means you are still alive". Those pillows soaked from crying in the basement, the notes filled with notes in night school classes, and the bad words memorized on the bus all say: the breakthrough of ordinary girls has always been a matter of moving one step at a time.

8 鞋 The Shoe Factory Worker Holds Forth, and She Knows So Much! 鞋厂女工论道，她知道那么多！ Searching for Flowers in the Waves浪里寻花Urban425k WordsOngoing [Urban slice of life + romance] The heroine is beautiful and works at a factory. She takes care of looking lovely while the hero works hard to get ahead. He climbs the factory's management ranks and even puts in time on the production line, all so the two of them can tie the knot and enjoy a long, happy life together. But things aren't that simple... 225Reads—Score—Shelves

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From a shoe factory, let's look at it from another angle. Beautiful women are always around, but this beauty is a bit bossy. The male protagonist rose from a clerk to a high position, and then went down the production line to gain experience.

9 元 On New Year's Day, My Company Gave Me a Ten-Million-Yuan IOU as a Bonus 元旦当天，公司给我一张千万欠条当奖金 Zhouzhou on a Diet正在减肥的周周9k WordsCompleted On New Year's Day, My Company Gave Me an IOU for Ten Million as a Bonus —Reads—Score—Shelves

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10. Watch the boss slap in the face in 60 seconds! The short story is over! I used tens of millions of IOUs to make a deal with aliens, and from then on I reached the pinnacle of my life!

10 南 Leaving on the Journey South 南下归途离开 Shanjiu's Home杉玖家Urban371k WordsCompleted Every so often, a generation leaves home to make a living, leaving its youth behind on construction sites and streets far from home. Our fathers left the mountains with worn-out woven-plastic bags on their backs, heading south to find work. They knew nothing of polished talk. They only knew to keep their heads down and work hard, relying on brute strength to feed their families. They lived in cramped shacks, endured grueling day and night shifts, and swallowed their homesickness and grievances. 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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We call them migrant workers, people who work in cities, new citizens, and urban floating population. These names are given to us by others, not by ourselves. We call them old cousins, fellow workers, fellow workers, the one from Guizhou, and the one from Sichuan. We squatted on the roadside to eat, slept in work sheds and listened to the rain, and during the Chinese New Year we took the thirty-hour train home carrying snakeskin bags. We've built a lot of things in the city in our lifetime. Bridges, roads, buildings, and subways have been built. We were not allowed to walk on the bridge when it was opened to traffic, we were not allowed to see the road when the ribbon was cut, and we couldn't afford to live in the building after it was built. But we still practice, year by year, practice after practice. Some people get old as they practice, some get sick as they practice, and some never go home as they practice. "Going South" is about us. Write about how we got out of the house, how we squatted in the shelter waiting for dawn, how we gritted our teeth and sent our wages back to our hometown. It is written that we worked in the city for forty-five years, but when we finally returned to the village, our pockets were still empty. But it is also written in the book that the bridges, roads, and buildings we built have all remained in the end. That's enough. We have never cultivated in vain in this life. ——A group of migrant workers who have read "Going South"