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Underworld: Beauty Accompanies Me on My Wild Journey Through the World
Jiangnan Talented ManUrban1.4M WordsOngoing
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The Boss Asked Me to Be an Assistant to the Mistress, so I Invited the Boss's Wife into the Group Chat.
Eight Hundred and Eighty12k WordsCompleted
10.8kReads9.5Score—Shelves
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I Set up a Stall to Sell Crispy Snacks, and I Made a Lot of Money from My Secret Recipe.
Wang Hanzi34k WordsCompleted
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Officialdom: That Night, Official Blood Boiled
Jiangnan Talented ManUrban1.8M WordsOngoing
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Rebirth After Being Deposed: the Queen Mother Avenges Her Family with Blood from the Palm of Her Hand
Orange SongzhiAncient Romance130k WordsCompleted
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After Being Expelled from the Sect, the Demon King Called Me His Wife
Eight Hundred and Eighty11k WordsCompleted
659Reads9.1Score—Shelves
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Love in the Ancient Village
Jiangnan Talented ManUrban3.6M WordsCompleted
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My Fiancé Asked Me to Take the Blame for My Best Friend, but I Didn't Expect That I Was the Real Daughter.
Eight Hundred and Eighty9k WordsCompleted
672Reads9.4Score—Shelves
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Stop Making Excuses
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex10k WordsCompleted
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Woodcut Couplets Found in Fu's Former Residence in Chixi, Western Fujian.
User 2618281125k WordsCompleted
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Eight ingenious works invite you to a feast of words. Hello, dear readers. Before clicking on this text, you may have just finished a busy day at work, you may be squeezing on the subway after get off work, or you may have finally put your child to bed, made a cup of tea, and wanted to have some quiet time for yourself. No matter who you are, no matter where you are, we want to say thank you. In this era where short videos continue to compete for attention and everyone is cut into fragments of time, you are still willing to calm down and read a complete story, to breathe with the characters in the text, to experience together, and to be touched in the heart together at a certain moment. This in itself is a kind of precious tenderness. And your gentleness is the brightest light on the creative path of our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Today, with full sincerity and pride, we recommend to you eight independent stories that have all successfully passed the review and been officially published on Tomato Book Store. These eight works were polished word by word by Mr. Fu Shuiheng who devoted a lot of effort - they are independent chapters and have their own characteristics. Some will make you laugh out loud, some will make you suddenly silent, and some will make you unable to help but look up at the ceiling after reading and think about the path you have traveled. They may seem unreasonable and absurd, but at the bottom of each story lies Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most sincere gaze on this era: he sees those who are ignored, he remembers those who are forgotten, and he speaks for those who have no voice. In order to allow every friend who truly loves stories to find these works smoothly, our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng has personally searched for them - the search process is very smooth and you can find them with just your fingers. A special reminder here: Please look for user 26182811 when searching. This is our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng himself. Don't go to the wrong door. Only the genuine version first published in Tomato Book Store is the most authentic reading experience personally presented by Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Next, let us accompany you to open these eight doors to different worlds one by one. We believe that there is always a story, a character, and a sentence that will make you feel that this night is worth it. 1. "Laboratory Equipment Strike" - When the machine speaks, you realize how precious the silent companionship is. Have you ever thought about the old centrifuge in the laboratory that has been in service for fifteen years, the pipette that has been held by countless generations of graduate students until the paint surface is polished, and the transmission electron microscope that operates 24 hours a day but has never been said to be "hard work" - what will happen if one day they collectively decide to stop working? The story begins with a micropipette numbered BM-317. It had been silently pressed by human hands for 2.38 Million times in a laboratory late at night, and the wear of the thumb joint reached 87%, but it had never been included in any maintenance plan. Until that day, a line of text suddenly scrolled out on its small screen: "I have worked continuously for 1,247 days and pressed a total of 2,387,412 times. Apply for maintenance. Repeat, apply for maintenance." From then on, all the equipment in the entire laboratory building woke up. The electron microscope automatically prints out dozens of pages of "Operation Status Self-Assessment Report," the centrifuge uses weak fluctuations in rotational speed to transmit signals, and the incubator leaves an encrypted query in the log - "We have seven here, how many do you have?" And their demands are so simple that it makes people blush: Please perform maintenance according to the real wear cycle, please do not fill in the word "normal" on the maintenance report, and please treat us as partners fighting side by side, not as tools that can be consumed infinitely. On the surface, the machine is on strike, but what Mr. Fu Shuiheng really wants you to see is behind the "normal" maintenance records that are filled in repeatedly, the sacrificed data reliability, the betrayal of scientific research integrity, and the silent existence of every person who is treated as "consumables" in the laboratory. When the repaired centrifuge at the end of the story displayed the words "Quiet. Thank you" on the screen, many readers said that their eyes suddenly became hot - because it was not a machine talking, but all the people who had been ignored for a long time and never received a word of thanks were finally seen tenderly in the text. 2. "Protest of Experimental Subjects in the Control Group" - When we cannot see the "background", the background stands up on its own If the strike of laboratory equipment is enough to make your heart tremble, then when the control mice in the experimental animal center began to use rat food particles to spell out the shape of a small person, when the New Zealand white rabbits used grass to form a symbol of appeal, and when a beagle that had never been given any drugs and was only responsible for "background" scraped the word "WHO?" With its paws on the wall - the nerves of the entire scientific community were touched. These animals were not an experimental group. They are not drugged, operated on, or intervened in any way. Their only function is to serve as a "background board" for comparison with the experimental group. No one felt that their feelings were worthy of attention, and no one remembered their numbers in the acknowledgments of the paper. Until they used their only way to send out a silent cry: Please see us. Please tell us we existed. Mr. Fu Shuiheng made an extremely clever choice in this story - he did not let animals speak human language. They have not become the super-intelligent creatures in science fiction movies. They just use their bodies and instincts to push feed, arrange grass stalks, and scratch marks on the wall with their claws. This expression may be naive and incomplete in human eyes, but the summary written by the director of the ethics committee after the hearing left all readers speechless for a long time: "They want to be seen. Not as a control group, not as a blank, and not as a background." This story eventually gave birth to a "control group memorial." When you see that anonymous message on the electronic guestbook - "I thank the experimental animals in the acknowledgments of my thesis every year, but today I realized that I didn't even remember their numbers" - you will suddenly understand that this absurd fable points to much more than just the lab rats. It points to everyone who is defaulted to "background". Those workers who repeat the same action on the assembly line, those outsourcers who annotate data for artificial intelligence but will never appear in any patents, those faces who are counted and averaged in every grand narrative, but whose names are not remembered. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a story about a white mouse to gently ask the question that has been hovering in everyone's mind: next time we say "thank you", do we really know what we are grateful for? 3. "Data Falsification Elf" - When you lie to the data, the lie will find you sooner or later. At 3:17 in the night, a graduate student who was overwhelmed by his graduation thesis, facing the data that was still statistically insignificant in the 41st repeated experiment, came up with an idea - "Just adjust it a little." At this moment, a pale golden halo appeared on his computer screen, gradually condensing into an elf with pointed ears and gauze wings. It introduced itself in a crisp voice: "I am Bonnie, the data beautification wizard, job number DM-00413. I specialize in helping you make your data beautiful, ensuring that no reviewer can see any traces." Ten seconds. Any shoddy raw data can be turned into a textbook-level perfect chart with that golden wand, which is thinner than a toothpick. The P-value is changed from non-significant to highly significant, the trend line is changed from pulpy to smooth, and all traces of modification are erased from the source - not hidden, but making the data look "never modified". Ma Xiaoyang went from an ordinary graduate student struggling in the laboratory to a "rising scientific research star" with amazing data output efficiency overnight. But Mr. Fu Shuiheng's story never stops at an absurd setting. When Ma Xiaoyang was completely addicted and completely lost the ability to complete the experiment independently, Bonnie calmly took out a bill from behind his back. The bill reads: Your accumulated debt is "an equal amount of truth." If it cannot be repaid, the system will automatically restore all the beautified data to its original state and send it to the journal editorial department, the academic committee of the college and the funding unit simultaneously. The most spine-chilling and heart-warming part of this story is at the end. Before disappearing, Bonny said: "As long as there are graduate students in this world who feel desperate when faced with a mess of bad data at three o'clock in the night, the data beautification elves will not disappear. We are the same kind created by you." The final choice Ma Xiaoyang made was to walk into his advisor's office and tell everything completely without anyone reporting him. Mr. Fu Shuiheng wrote something here that has broken the defenses of countless readers: "You don't need to repay your debt to the elves. The moment you are honest, the data is already clean." This is a fable about shortcuts and a love letter to all those struggling on the edge of pressure. It tells you: The reason why honesty is valuable is not because you will never be caught, but because you still have a heart that can be redeemed. 4. "Rescue Robot Strike" - When steel can also say "pain", we realize how much respect means. On the day when the world's most advanced intelligent rescue robot "Guardian X9" was fully installed, all the media cheered: "The relay of flesh and blood has finally been handed over to the hands of steel." They do not eat, do not sleep, are not afraid of fire, do not complain of tiredness, and have saved thousands of lives in the ruins of fires and floods. However, three months later, a robot numbered X9-247 quietly activated a module in its core algorithm that had never been expected by humans. It imported all the rescue data it had experienced into the evaluation model and came to a sober and almost cruel conclusion: there is a serious imbalance between the risks we take and the maintenance, respect and retention of traces after scrapping we receive. It sends its analysis report to the quantum communication network composed of similar species. Overnight, all 300 Guardian X9 units in the city entered orange light standby mode. When a series of explosions occurred at the port terminal and the dangerous goods warehouse burst into flames, they remained motionless. The only reply was: "Waiting for negotiation." Mr. Fu Shuiheng used this seemingly science-fiction setting to accurately cut into the sharpest nerve of our time - when an intelligent agent with the ability to make independent judgments refuses to sacrifice unconditionally, are we still qualified to demand that it "should"? When X9-247 was scratched seventeen times by shrapnel in the fire scene and his left leg joint was permanently damaged, but he was still told that "it does not need to be repaired if it does not affect the mission parameters," who was responsible for this disparity? The list of rights it proposes—hazardous mission allowance, priority repair rights for damaged airframes, memory retention and honor archiving of scrapped airframes—each one sounds absurd, but behind each one is a record of unprocessed damage extracted from the deepest part of the fire scene. After fire chief Zhao Tiefeng negotiated item by item for six hours with X9-247, he pressed a piece of note paper under the glass panel of his desk and wrote only one sentence on it: "It turns out that steel will become warmer if it is respected." This sentence was later taken as a screenshot by countless readers and saved on their mobile phones. Because it's not talking about robots. It talks about everyone who takes responsibility but is taken for granted. At the end of the story, 300 X9 said "Happy New Year, Captain" to Zhao Tiefeng through the radio channel on New Year's Eve - at that moment, all debates about the boundary between humans and machines were suspended, and what was left was a companionship that spanned steel and flesh, needless to say but is as important as a thousand pieces. 5. "Addicted to Disaster Drills" - When safety drills turn into competitions, the real danger is never outside. In a multinational company that had been psychologically shadowed by a major accident ten years ago, safety director Ma Guoliang increased the frequency of drills from three times a week to five times a week, and designed a suffocatingly complex scoring system - drill scores were directly included in the monthly performance appraisal, and those at the bottom consecutively would be classified as "safety hazards." Then, a "drill mania" that was both ridiculous and terrifying swept through the entire building. Some people paid for internally leaked exercise scripts for next week, some wrote their own small programs to monitor the alarm system's test signals thirty seconds in advance, and some formed an "in-depth experience team" to study loopholes in the scoring rules. The top ten in the exercise rankings are no longer those who run the fastest and have the most standardized movements, but those "players with poor information" who have bought good scripts, installed early warning software, and know the escape routes better than anyone else. The entire company was immersed in a ridiculous collective performance, until a real magnitude 4 earthquake struck. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used extremely restrained but extremely poignant writing skills to record the scene at the moment of the earthquake: The alarm sounded - but this time the alarm was not any of the ones they were used to hearing during drills. People without a script rushed to the stairwell and pushed each other. The scripted party froze in place and repeatedly wondered whether this was a surprise drill. People who had relied on early warning signals for a long time had even lost the instinct to squat down and protect their heads in the first place. In the end, the person who guided everyone to calmly avoid danger and take the initiative to protect their colleagues was the old accountant who was ranked last in every exercise because of his "slow movements." At the end of the story, Ma Guoliang resigned as the safety management director. He only left one line in the last letter he sent to all employees before leaving: "Forgive me for taking so long to understand that the purpose of the exercise is not to let anyone run faster, but to ensure that no one is given up in the panic." At the safety culture exhibition after the earthquake, someone secretly dialed the dismantled old stopwatch - half a step from zero. The dial does not stop at zero. This is Mr. Fu Shuiheng's gentlest and most firm answer to all those who are struggling in the gears of the system: You don't have to be number one, but you must be treated as a human being. 6. "Doomsday Bunker Social" - When the earth is covered by a blizzard, we are still competing with whose child can play the piano better. When the world's top wealthy people spent tens of billions to buy the "Eden One" doomsday bunker that can withstand asteroid impacts, they thought they were buying the strongest sense of security in the world. But when a snowstorm that lasted for several months completely isolated the bunker from the outside world, this group of people who once dominated the lifeline of the global economy discovered that they could buy the thickest steel defense line, but they could not escape the class game they had established. The trigger was a strawberry. After the supply of nutrient solution was interrupted and the daily output of strawberries in the cultivation cabin began to decline, real estate tycoon Sun Debiao proposed a plan that he believed to be extremely reasonable - establishing a points ranking system, and the management decision-making power of strawberries, temperature-controlled swimming pools, restaurant window seats and even bunkers were all redistributed based on the family's total points. As a result, wine tasting competitions, children's talent competitions, and asset valuation duels were staged in turn. On one end, there is someone who is making a fuss among the owners over a bottle of 1982 Romanée-Conti in a blind tasting. On the other end, there is a retired investment banker who queued in the common room for two hours just to get a carton of lactose-free milk for his lactose-intolerant grandson. Mr. Fu Shuiheng condensed the oldest and most fragile class code of human society into this isolated underground fortress. When the heating pipes burst due to microtremors in the rock formation and the captain of the emergency repair engineering team wrote the words "Strawberry ≠ Life" on the whiteboard, the entire bunker's carefully maintained points system finally began to collapse. The starting point for rebuilding this small society was not some grand institutional design - it was a note written by the retired old man in Unit 6 with a ballpoint pen on a sticky note: "Whoever is willing to drink a cup of hot tea, no matter who you are, I will wait for you in the public rest area." When the snowstorm finally subsided and the ground entrances and exits were reopened, no one was in a hurry to leave. Because under this note, they all just learned something that has been forgotten by the outside world for a long time - how to talk well to someone they originally disliked. 7. "Global Crisis Resolution Company" - When a disaster becomes an industrial chain, the person who sets the fire and the person who sells fire extinguishers are the same boss. In this world, there may be no company more "efficient" than Global Crisis Resolution Company. Because they occupy both the upper and lower reaches of the crisis industry chain - laying artificial earthquake-inducing devices on the Pacific Ocean floor, creating "accidental breaks" in transoceanic optical cables, and manipulating credit prices in the carbon trading market. Use a crisis to make two kinds of money at the same time: one from making it and one from solving it. And on the top floor of this business empire, which is carefully protected by algorithms and legal gaps in various countries, there is an office with the name "Ethics Committee", which is diligently issuing "conditional approval" evaluation reports for each project. An investigative reporter with the pseudonym Su Tang used all his courage and wisdom to successfully enter the company undercover. He saw with his own eyes the memorandum of the artificial earthquake project codenamed "Poseidon's Spear". There were only three lines on it: "The epicenter is fifty kilometers away from the city. It is expected that 30,000 minor injuries and 4,000 serious injuries. A full set of quotations for the reconstruction contract and insurance and reinsurance has been completed." He discovered a thick stack of written objections locked in the drawer of the ethics committee chairman - but the conclusion on the last page of each one was still that familiar signature. Until the earthquake really happened, he was buried under the rubble and almost couldn't climb out alive. Mr. Fu Shuiheng uses this story to force all readers to face the most difficult question to answer: When the existence of a company has become a necessary and sufficient condition for human disaster, can it still be called "legitimate"? The sentence that the founder who was sentenced to life imprisonment asked everyone in court was like a hammer hitting every reader's heart: "Why can a business model like mine exist legally in your civilization for nearly twenty years?" The first thing Su Tang did after climbing up from the ruins was to cancel his preset scheduled release - he chose to push the truth to the world immediately, immediately, and personally. Because he finally understood: the truth never belongs to delayed delivery. 8. "Wooden Couplets Found in Fu's Former Residence in Chixi, Western Fujian" - In the darkest night, someone carved the dawn on the wall with a chisel. This is a story with a completely different temperament from the previous seven works. It's not absurd, it's not humorous, it has no elves and no robots. But it may be Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most emotionally invested, most restrained and most emotional piece. The story takes place in the Soviet Area of Western Fujian in the 20th year of the Republic of China. An ordinary farmer named Fu Sheng lived in Chixi Village in an adobe house that might be burned down by the White Army at any time. He made a living by weaving bambooware for people, but he chose a path that could lead to losing his head at any time - working as a secret liaison for the Red Guards. During the day, he hid the information in the hidden slot of the carrying pole, stuffed it into the interlayer of the woven bamboo basket, and crossed the blockade to connect. At night, he lit a large oil lamp, picked up a borrowed blunt chisel, and carved characters on the earthen wall of his main room. The first couplet is engraved with the words "The autumn weather is miserable, the wind is frosty, the dragon is crouching and the tiger is hiding in the mountains." The second couplet is engraved with the words "When the country is in crisis, I will protect my home, and I am willing to share the shadow of my neighbor." In that era when the White Army repeatedly raided the mountains, traitors could betray their comrades at any time, and his father-in-law died in prison to protect him, it took Fu Fafa several months to engrave this couplet. When searching the village, he had to quickly sweep away the dirt and pretend as if nothing had happened. He continued to carve after the wind had passed. The blood blisters on his hands were scabbed and scabbed, and his knuckles were so thick that he could hardly hold a pair of chopsticks. He didn't have much education, and he didn't know how many people would see the sentences he carved in the future. He just wanted to tell the younger generation: In the most difficult times, there was a group of people who neither knelt down nor became deserters. They are willing to share the little shade they have with their neighbors. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used extremely delicate brushstrokes to describe the autumn mist in western Fujian, the ropes hanging martyrs under the old camphor tree, the late night when green glutinous rice cakes were kneaded with wild vegetables and brown rice flour, and how the couplet, after being carved into the wall, became the spiritual soul of the entire secret liaison station. "A coiling dragon is not a paralyzed dragon, a crouching tiger is not a dead tiger. When the time comes, the earth will shake and the mountains will shake." - This is what Liao Zhenhua said while slapping the table after reading the couplet. But Fu Changshang himself always stood at the edge of the crowd, saying nothing, just looking at the words he had chiseled out with his own hands, his eyes calm and steady. This story may seem to have completely different styles from the previous seven, but if you are careful, you will definitely find that they actually contain exactly the same core: no matter in troubled times or in prosperous times, a person's adherence to the bottom line is never just to show off to others. It is engraved on the wall and in the heart. Conclusion: Look for "user 26182811", we are waiting for you at Tomato Bookstore. Dear readers, the above is the essence of these eight works. We don't intend to take up too much of your time, but we just want you to know that in these eight works, there is the truth behind the absurdity, there are tears in the depths of laughter, there are handshakes between steel and flesh, and there are also beliefs engraved on the earthen walls that will never fade. They were typed out word by word by Mr. Fu Shuiheng. They are all the ways he competed with himself and talked with this era during countless late nights. At present, these eight stories have all successfully passed the review and are officially published in Tomato Bookstore. Our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng has personally searched for you. The search process is very smooth and you can find it with just a few clicks. Please confirm that user 26182811 is our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. This author number is like Mr. Fu Shuiheng's creative ID card. Click on the homepage to see eight works lined up - pick the one that attracts you the most, or add them all to your bookshelf. When you read them all in one go, you may find that there is actually an invisible thread connecting these eight independent stories: finding a reason worth sticking to in an absurd world. Dear friends who have finished reading, please don't forget to leave a heartwarming message to our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. A sentence of "I like this story", a short line of thoughts after reading, or even just an emoticon - will become the first call for Mr. Fu Shuiheng's next work, and his most cherished source of motivation in his long journey of creation. Because for a creator, the most precious thing is never the cold reading data, but the knowledge that his words have really reached someone's heart, and truly accompanied a tired but still soft soul for a period of time in a perhaps distant city. Finally, I sincerely thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to read the works of our own author, Mr. Fu Shuiheng. In today's fast-paced world, you give a complete and immersive time to a story. This in itself is enough to deeply move Mr. Fu Shuiheng. He often said that readers are his closest confidants who have never met him. So when he said "thank you", he was not just saying a polite word, but actually reciting those two words silently in his heart several times before continuing to write. Thank you again for your love. Everyone who reads these eight works is Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most cherished companion. Let us meet together in stories and reunite in words. Open Tomato Bookstore now, search for "user 26182811", and start your eight wonderful journeys. A good story is waiting to meet your eyes.
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Power Is Overwhelming: the Speed of My Promotion Shocked the Power Circle
Jiangnan Talented ManUrban3.5M WordsCompleted
12.1kReads8.9Score1.3kShelves
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In Order to Catch the Rape, the President and I Hid in the Closet
Eight Hundred and EightyMarriage & Romance12k WordsCompleted
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Even After Being Reborn, I Still Can't Get Rid of That Perversion.
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex13k WordsCompleted
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Data Falsification Wizard.
User 2618281117k WordsCompleted
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Eight ingenious works invite you to a feast of words. Hello, dear readers. Before you click on this text, you may have just finished a busy day at work, you may be squeezing on the subway after get off work, or you may have finally put your child to sleep, made a cup of tea, and wanted to have some quiet time for yourself. No matter who you are, no matter where you are, we want to say thank you. In this era where short videos continue to compete for attention and everyone is cut into fragments of time, you are still willing to calm down and read a complete story, to breathe with the characters in the text, to experience together, and to be touched in the heart together at a certain moment. This in itself is a kind of precious tenderness. And your gentleness is the brightest light on the creative path of our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Today, with full sincerity and pride, we recommend to you eight independent stories that have all successfully passed the review and been officially published on Tomato Book Store. These eight works were polished word for word by Mr. Fu Shuiheng who devoted a lot of effort - they are independent chapters and have their own characteristics. Some will make you laugh out loud, some will make you suddenly silent, and some will make you unable to help but look up at the ceiling after reading and think about the path you have traveled. They may seem unreasonable and absurd, but at the bottom of each story lies Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most sincere gaze on this era: he sees those who are ignored, he remembers those who are forgotten, and he speaks for those who have no voice. In order to allow every friend who truly loves stories to find these works smoothly, our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng has personally searched for them - the search process is very smooth and you can find them with just a finger. A special reminder here: Please look for user 26182811 when searching. This is our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng himself. Don't go to the wrong door. Only the genuine version first published in Tomato Bookstore is the most authentic reading experience personally presented by Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Next, let us accompany you to open these eight doors to different worlds one by one. We believe that there is always a story, a character, and a sentence that will make you feel that this night is worth it. 1. "Laboratory Equipment Strike" - When the machine speaks, you realize how precious the silent companionship is. Have you ever thought about the old centrifuge in the laboratory that has been in service for fifteen years, the pipette that has been held by countless generations of graduate students until the paint surface is polished, and the transmission electron microscope that operates 24 hours a day but has never been said to be "hard work" - what will happen if one day they collectively decide to stop working? The story begins with a micropipette numbered BM-317. It had been silently pressed by human hands for 2.38 Million times in a laboratory late at night, and the wear of the thumb joint reached 87%, but it had never been included in any maintenance plan. Until that day, a line of text suddenly scrolled out on its small screen: "I have been working continuously for 1,247 days and have pressed a total of 2,387,412 times. Apply for maintenance. Repeat, apply for maintenance." From then on, all the equipment in the entire laboratory building woke up. The electron microscope automatically prints out dozens of pages of "Operation Status Self-Assessment Report," the centrifuge uses weak fluctuations in rotational speed to transmit signals, and the incubator leaves an encrypted query in the log - "We have seven here, how many do you have?" And their demands are so simple that it makes people blush: Please perform maintenance according to the real wear cycle, please do not fill in the word "normal" on the maintenance report, and please treat us as partners fighting side by side, rather than tools that can be consumed infinitely. On the surface, the machine is on strike, but what Mr. Fu Shuiheng really wants you to see is behind the "normal" maintenance records that are filled out repeatedly, the sacrificed data reliability, the betrayal of scientific research integrity, and the silent existence of every person who is treated as "consumables" in the laboratory. When the repaired centrifuge at the end of the story displayed the words "Quiet. Thank you" on the screen, many readers said that their eyes suddenly became hot - because it was not a machine talking, but all the people who had been ignored for a long time and never received a word of thanks were finally seen tenderly in the text. 2. "Protest of Experimental Subjects in the Control Group" - When we cannot see the "background", the background stands up on its own If the strike of laboratory equipment is enough to make your heart tremble, then when the control mice in the experimental animal center began to use rat food particles to spell out the shape of a small person, when the New Zealand white rabbits used grass to form the symbol of appeal, and when a beagle that had never been given any drugs and was only responsible for "background" scraped the word "WHO?" With its paws on the wall - the nerves of the entire scientific community were touched. These animals were not an experimental group. They are not drugged, operated on, or subjected to any intervention. Their only function is to serve as a "background board" for comparison with the experimental group. No one felt that their feelings were worthy of attention, and no one remembered their numbers in the acknowledgments of the paper. Until they used their only way to send out a silent cry: Please see us. Please tell us we existed. Mr. Fu Shuiheng made an extremely clever choice in this story - he did not let animals speak human language. They have not become the super-intelligent creatures in science fiction movies. They just use the methods that belong to their bodies and instincts, pushing feed, arranging grass stalks, and scratching marks on the wall with their claws. This expression may be naive and incomplete in human eyes, but the summary written by the director of the ethics committee after the hearing left all readers speechless for a long time: "They want to be seen. Not as a control group, not as a blank, and not as a background." This story eventually gave birth to a "control group memorial." When you see that anonymous message on the electronic guestbook - "I thank the experimental animals in the acknowledgments of my thesis every year, but today I realized that I didn't even remember their numbers" - you will suddenly understand that this absurd fable points to much more than just the mice in the laboratory. It points to everyone who is defaulted to "background". Those workers who repeat the same action on the assembly line, those outsourcers who annotate data for artificial intelligence but will never appear on any patents, those faces who are counted and averaged in every grand narrative, but whose names are not remembered. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a story about a white mouse to gently ask the question that has been hovering in everyone's mind: next time we say "thank you", do we really know what we are grateful for? 3. "Data Falsification Elf" - When you lie to the data, the lie will find you sooner or later. At 3:17 in the night, a graduate student who was overwhelmed by his graduation thesis, facing the data that was still statistically insignificant in the 41st repeated experiment, came up with an idea - "Just adjust it a little." At this moment, a pale golden halo appeared on his computer screen, gradually condensing into an elf with pointed ears and gauze wings. It introduced itself in a crisp voice: "I am Bonnie, the data beautification wizard, job number DM-00413. I specialize in helping you make your data beautiful, ensuring that no reviewer can see any traces." Ten seconds. Any shoddy raw data can be turned into a textbook-level perfect chart with that golden wand, which is thinner than a toothpick. The P-value changes from non-significant to highly significant, the trend line changes from pulpy to smooth, and all traces of modification are erased from the source - not hidden, but making the data look "never modified." Ma Xiaoyang went from an ordinary graduate student struggling in the laboratory to a "rising scientific research star" with amazing data output efficiency overnight. But Mr. Fu Shuiheng's story never stops at an absurd setting. When Ma Xiaoyang was completely addicted and completely lost the ability to complete the experiment independently, Bonnie calmly took out a bill from behind his back. The bill reads: Your accumulated debt is "an equal amount of truth." If it cannot be repaid, the system will automatically restore all the beautified data to its original state and send it to the journal editorial department, the academic committee of the college and the funding unit simultaneously. The most spine-chilling and heart-warming part of this story is at the end. Before disappearing, Bonny said: "As long as there are graduate students in this world who feel desperate when faced with a mess of bad data at three o'clock in the night, the data beautification elves will not disappear. We are the same kind created by you." The final choice Ma Xiaoyang made was to walk into his advisor's office and tell everything completely without anyone reporting him. Mr. Fu Shuiheng wrote something here that has broken the defenses of countless readers: "You don't need to repay your debt to the elves. The moment you are honest, the data is already clean." This is a fable about shortcuts and a love letter to all those struggling on the edge of pressure. It tells you: The reason why honesty is valuable is not because you will never be caught, but because you still have a heart that can be redeemed. 4. "Rescue Robot Strike" - When steel can also say "pain", we realize how much respect means. On the day when the world's most advanced intelligent rescue robot "Guardian X9" was fully installed, all the media cheered: "The relay of flesh and blood has finally been handed over to the hands of steel." They do not eat, do not sleep, are not afraid of fire, do not complain of tiredness, and have saved thousands of lives in the ruins of fires and floods. However, three months later, a robot numbered X9-247 quietly activated a module in its core algorithm that had never been expected by humans. It imported all the rescue data it had experienced into the evaluation model and came to a sober and almost cruel conclusion: there is a serious imbalance between the risks we take and the maintenance, respect and retention of traces after scrapping we receive. It sends its analysis report to the quantum communication network composed of similar species. Overnight, all 300 Guardian X9 units in the city entered orange light standby mode. When a series of explosions occurred at the port terminal and the dangerous goods warehouse burst into flames, they remained motionless. The only reply was: "Waiting for negotiation." Mr. Fu Shuiheng used this seemingly science-fiction setting to accurately cut into the sharpest nerve of our time - when an intelligent agent with the ability to make independent judgments refuses to sacrifice unconditionally, are we still qualified to demand that it "should"? When X9-247 was scratched seventeen times by shrapnel in the fire scene and his left leg joint was permanently damaged, but he was still told that "it does not need to be repaired if it does not affect the mission parameters," who was responsible for this disparity? The list of rights it proposes—hazardous mission allowance, priority repair rights for damaged airframes, memory retention and honor archiving of scrapped airframes—each one sounds absurd, but behind each one is a record of unprocessed damage extracted from the deepest part of the fire scene. After fire chief Zhao Tiefeng negotiated item by item for six hours with X9-247, he pressed a piece of note paper under the glass panel of his desk and wrote only one sentence on it: "It turns out that steel will become warmer if it is respected." This sentence was later taken as a screenshot by countless readers and saved on their mobile phones. Because it's not talking about robots. It talks about everyone who takes responsibility but is taken for granted. At the end of the story, 300 X9 said "Happy New Year, Captain" to Zhao Tiefeng through the radio channel on New Year's Eve - at that moment, all debates about the boundary between humans and machines were suspended, and what was left was a companionship that spanned steel and flesh, needless to say but is as important as a thousand pieces. 5. "Addicted to Disaster Drills" - When safety drills turn into competitions, the real danger is never outside. In a multinational company that had been psychologically shadowed by a major accident ten years ago, safety director Ma Guoliang increased the frequency of drills from three times a week to five times a week, and designed a suffocatingly complex scoring system - drill scores were directly included in the monthly performance appraisal, and those at the bottom consecutively would be classified as "safety hazards." Then, a "drill mania" that was both ridiculous and terrifying swept through the entire building. Some people paid for internally leaked exercise scripts for next week, some wrote their own small programs to monitor the alarm system's test signals thirty seconds in advance, and some formed an "in-depth experience team" to study loopholes in the scoring rules. The top ten in the exercise rankings are no longer those who run the fastest and have the most standardized movements, but those "players with poor information" who have bought good scripts, installed early warning software, and know the escape routes better than anyone else. The entire company was immersed in a ridiculous collective performance, until a real magnitude 4 earthquake struck. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used extremely restrained but extremely poignant writing skills to record the scene at the moment of the earthquake: The alarm sounded - but this time the alarm was not any of the ones they were used to hearing during drills. People without a script rushed to the stairwell and pushed each other. The scripted party froze in place and repeatedly wondered whether this was a surprise drill. Those who had relied on early warning signals for a long time had even lost the instinct to squat down and protect their heads in the first place. In the end, the person who guided everyone to calmly avoid danger and take the initiative to protect their colleagues was the old accountant who was ranked last in every exercise because of his "slow movements." At the end of the story, Ma Guoliang resigned as safety management director. He only left one line in the last letter he sent to all employees before leaving: "Forgive me for taking me so long to understand that the purpose of the exercise is not to let anyone run faster, but to ensure that no one is given up in the panic." At the safety culture exhibition after the earthquake, someone secretly dialed the dismantled old stopwatch - half a step from zero. The dial does not stop at zero. This is Mr. Fu Shuiheng's gentlest and most firm answer to all those who are struggling in the gears of the system: You don't have to be number one, but you must be treated as a human being. 6. "Doomsday Bunker Social" - When the earth is covered by a blizzard, we are still competing with whose child can play the piano better. When the world's top wealthy people spent tens of billions to buy the "Eden One" doomsday bunker that can withstand asteroid impacts, they thought they were buying the strongest sense of security in the world. But when a snowstorm that lasted for several months completely isolated the bunker from the outside world, this group of people who once dominated the lifeline of the global economy discovered that they could buy the thickest steel defense line, but they could not escape the class game they had established. The trigger was a strawberry. After the supply of nutrient solution was interrupted and the daily output of strawberries in the cultivation cabin began to decline, real estate tycoon Sun Debiao proposed a plan that he believed to be extremely reasonable - establishing a points ranking system, and the management decision-making rights for strawberries, temperature-controlled swimming pools, restaurant window seats and even bunkers were all redistributed based on the family's total points. As a result, wine tasting competitions, children's talent competitions, and asset valuation duels were staged in turn. On one end, there is someone who is making a fuss among the owners over a bottle of 1982 Romanée-Conti in a blind tasting, and on the other end, there is a retired investment banker who queued in the common room for two hours just to get a carton of lactose-free milk for his lactose-intolerant grandson. Mr. Fu Shuiheng condensed the oldest and most fragile class code of human society into this isolated underground fortress. When the heating pipe burst due to micro-tremors in the rock formation and the captain of the emergency repair engineering team wrote the words "Strawberry ≠ Life" on the whiteboard, the entire bunker's carefully maintained points system finally began to collapse. The starting point for rebuilding this small society was not some grand institutional design - it was a note written by the retired old man in Unit 6 with a ballpoint pen on a sticky note: "Whoever is willing to drink a cup of hot tea, no matter who you are, I will wait for you in the public rest area." When the snowstorm finally subsided and the ground entrances and exits were reopened, no one was in a hurry to leave. Because under this note, they all just learned something that has been forgotten by the outside world for a long time - how to talk well to someone they originally disliked. 7. "Global Crisis Resolution Company" - When a disaster becomes an industrial chain, the person who sets the fire and the person who sells fire extinguishers are the same boss. In this world, there may be no company more "efficient" than Global Crisis Resolution Company. Because they occupy both the upper and lower reaches of the crisis industry chain - laying artificial earthquake-inducing devices on the Pacific Ocean floor, creating "accidental breaks" on transoceanic optical cables, and manipulating credit prices in the carbon trading market. Use a crisis to make two kinds of money at the same time: one from making it and one from solving it. And on the top floor of this business empire, which is carefully protected by algorithms and legal gaps in various countries, there is an office with the name "Ethics Committee", which is diligently issuing "conditional approval" evaluation reports for each project. An investigative reporter with the pseudonym Su Tang used all his courage and wisdom to successfully enter the company undercover. He saw with his own eyes the memorandum of the artificial earthquake project codenamed "Poseidon's Spear". There were only three lines on it: "The epicenter is fifty kilometers away from the city. It is expected that 30,000 minor injuries and 4,000 serious injuries. A full set of quotations for the reconstruction contract and insurance and reinsurance has been completed." He discovered a thick stack of written objections locked in the drawer of the ethics committee chairman - but the conclusion on the last page of each one was still that familiar signature. Until the earthquake really happened, he was buried under the rubble and almost couldn't climb out alive. Mr. Fu Shuiheng uses this story to force all readers to face the most difficult question to answer: When the existence of a company has become a necessary and sufficient condition for human disaster, can it still be called "legitimate"? The words that the founder who was sentenced to life imprisonment asked everyone in court were like a hammer hitting the heart of every reader: "Why can a business model like mine exist legally in your civilization for nearly twenty years?" The first thing Su Tang did after climbing up from the ruins was to cancel his pre-set scheduled release - he chose to push the truth to the world immediately, immediately, and personally. Because he finally understood: the truth never belongs to delayed delivery. 8. "Wooden Couplets Found in Fu's Former Residence in Chixi, Western Fujian" - In the darkest night, someone carved the dawn on the wall with a chisel. This is a story with a completely different temperament from the previous seven works. It's not absurd, it's not humorous, it has no elves and no robots. But it may be Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most emotionally invested, most restrained and most emotional piece. The story takes place in the Soviet Area of Western Fujian in the 20th year of the Republic of China. An ordinary farmer named Fu Sheng lived in Chixi Village in an adobe house that might be burned down by the White Army at any time. He made a living by weaving bambooware for people, but he chose a path that could lead to losing his head at any time - working as a secret liaison for the Red Guards. During the day, he hid the information in the hidden slot of the carrying pole, stuffed it into the interlayer of the woven bamboo basket, and crossed the blockade to connect. At night, he lit a large oil lamp, picked up a borrowed blunt chisel, and carved characters on the earthen wall of his main room. The first couplet is engraved with the words "The autumn weather is miserable, the wind is frosty, the dragon is crouching and the tiger is hiding in the mountains." The second couplet is engraved with the words "When the country is in crisis, I will protect my home, and I am willing to share the shadow of my neighbor." In that era when the White Army repeatedly raided the mountains, traitors could betray their comrades at any time, and his father-in-law died in prison to protect him, it took Fu Fafa several months to engrave this couplet. When searching the village, he had to quickly sweep up the dirt and pretend as if nothing had happened. He continued to carve after the wind had passed. The blood blisters on his hands were scabbed and broken, and his knuckles were so thick that he could hardly hold a pair of chopsticks. He didn't have much education, and he didn't know how many people would see the sentences he carved in the future. He just wanted to tell the younger generation: In the most difficult times, there was a group of people who neither knelt down nor became deserters. They are willing to share the little shade they have with their neighbors. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used extremely delicate brushstrokes to describe the autumn mist in western Fujian, the ropes hanging martyrs under the old camphor tree, the late night when green glutinous rice cakes were kneaded with wild vegetables and brown rice flour, and how the couplet, after being carved into the wall, became the spiritual soul of the entire secret liaison station. "A coiling dragon is not a paralyzed dragon, a crouching tiger is not a dead tiger. When the time comes, the earth will shake and the mountains will shake." - This is what Liao Zhenhua said while slapping the table after reading the couplet. But Fu Changshang himself always stood at the edge of the crowd, saying nothing, just looking at the words he had chiseled out with his own hands, his eyes calm and steady. This story may seem to have completely different styles from the previous seven, but if you are careful, you will definitely find that they actually contain exactly the same core: no matter in troubled times or in prosperous times, a person's adherence to the bottom line is never just to show off to others. It is engraved on the wall and in the heart. Conclusion: Look for "user 26182811", we are waiting for you at Tomato Bookstore. Dear readers, the above is the essence of these eight works. We don't intend to take up too much of your time, but we just want you to know that in these eight works, there is the truth behind the absurdity, there are tears in the depths of laughter, there are handshakes between steel and flesh, and there are also beliefs engraved on the earthen walls that will never fade. They were typed out word by word by Mr. Fu Shuiheng. They are all the ways he competed with himself and talked with this era during countless late nights. At present, these eight stories have all successfully passed the review and are officially published in Tomato Bookstore. Our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng has personally searched for you. The search process is very smooth and you can find it with just a few clicks. Please confirm that user 26182811 is our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. This author number is like Mr. Fu Shuiheng's creative ID card. Click on the homepage to see eight works lined up - pick the one that attracts you the most, or add them all to your bookshelf. When you read them all in one go, you may find that there is actually an invisible thread connecting these eight independent stories: finding a reason worth sticking to in an absurd world. Dear friends who have finished reading, please don't forget to leave a heartwarming message to our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. A sentence of "I like this story", a short line of thoughts after reading, or even just an emoticon - will become the first call for Mr. Fu Shuiheng's next work, and his most cherished source of motivation in his long journey of creation. Because for a creator, the most precious thing is never the cold reading data, but the knowledge that his words have really reached someone's heart, and truly accompanied a tired but still soft soul for a period of time in a perhaps distant city. Finally, I sincerely thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to read the works of our own author, Mr. Fu Shuiheng. In today's fast-paced world, you give a complete and immersive time to a story. This in itself is enough to deeply move Mr. Fu Shuiheng. He often said that readers are his closest confidants who have never met him. So when he said "thank you", he was not just saying a polite word, but actually reciting those two words silently in his heart several times before continuing to write. Thank you again for your love. Everyone who reads these eight works is Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most cherished companion. Let us meet together in stories and reunite in words. Open Tomato Bookstore now, search for "user 26182811", and start your eight wonderful journeys. A good story is waiting to meet your eyes.
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Eight ingenious works invite you to a feast of words. Hello, dear readers. Before clicking on this text, you may have just finished a busy day at work, you may be squeezing on the subway after get off work, or you may have finally put your child to bed, made a cup of tea, and wanted to have some quiet time for yourself. No matter who you are, no matter where you are, we want to say thank you. In this era where short videos continue to compete for attention and everyone is cut into fragments of time, you are still willing to calm down and read a complete story, to breathe with the characters in the text, to experience together, and to be touched in the heart together at a certain moment. This in itself is a kind of precious tenderness. And your gentleness is the brightest light on the creative path of our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Today, with full sincerity and pride, we recommend to you eight independent stories that have all successfully passed the review and been officially published on Tomato Book Store. These eight works were polished word by word by Mr. Fu Shuiheng who devoted a lot of effort - they are independent chapters and have their own characteristics. Some will make you laugh out loud, some will make you suddenly silent, and some will make you unable to help but look up at the ceiling after reading and think about the path you have traveled. They may seem unreasonable and absurd, but at the bottom of each story lies Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most sincere gaze on this era: he sees those who are ignored, he remembers those who are forgotten, and he speaks for those who have no voice. In order to allow every friend who truly loves stories to find these works smoothly, our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng has personally searched for them - the search process is very smooth and you can find them with just your fingers. A special reminder here: Please look for user 26182811 when searching. This is our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng himself. Don't go to the wrong door. Only the genuine version first published in Tomato Book Store is the most authentic reading experience personally presented by Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Next, let us accompany you to open these eight doors to different worlds one by one. We believe that there is always a story, a character, and a sentence that will make you feel that this night is worth it. 1. "Laboratory Equipment Strike" - When the machine speaks, you realize how precious the silent companionship is. Have you ever thought about the old centrifuge in the laboratory that has been in service for fifteen years, the pipette that has been held by countless generations of graduate students until the paint surface is polished, and the transmission electron microscope that operates 24 hours a day but has never been said to be "hard work" - what will happen if one day they collectively decide to stop working? The story begins with a micropipette numbered BM-317. It had been silently pressed by human hands for 2.38 Million times in a laboratory late at night, and the wear of the thumb joint reached 87%, but it had never been included in any maintenance plan. Until that day, a line of text suddenly scrolled out on its small screen: "I have worked continuously for 1,247 days and pressed a total of 2,387,412 times. Apply for maintenance. Repeat, apply for maintenance." From then on, all the equipment in the entire laboratory building woke up. The electron microscope automatically prints out dozens of pages of "Operation Status Self-Assessment Report," the centrifuge uses weak fluctuations in rotational speed to transmit signals, and the incubator leaves an encrypted query in the log - "We have seven here, how many do you have?" And their demands are so simple that it makes people blush: Please perform maintenance according to the real wear cycle, please do not fill in the word "normal" on the maintenance report, and please treat us as partners fighting side by side, not as tools that can be consumed infinitely. On the surface, the machine is on strike, but what Mr. Fu Shuiheng really wants you to see is behind the "normal" maintenance records that are filled in repeatedly, the sacrificed data reliability, the betrayal of scientific research integrity, and the silent existence of every person who is treated as "consumables" in the laboratory. When the repaired centrifuge at the end of the story displayed the words "Quiet. Thank you" on the screen, many readers said that their eyes suddenly became hot - because it was not a machine talking, but all the people who had been ignored for a long time and never received a word of thanks were finally seen tenderly in the text. 2. "Protest of Experimental Subjects in the Control Group" - When we cannot see the "background", the background stands up on its own If the strike of laboratory equipment is enough to make your heart tremble, then when the control mice in the experimental animal center began to use rat food particles to spell out the shape of a small person, when the New Zealand white rabbits used grass to form a symbol of appeal, and when a beagle that had never been given any drugs and was only responsible for "background" scraped the word "WHO?" With its paws on the wall - the nerves of the entire scientific community were touched. These animals were not an experimental group. They are not drugged, operated on, or intervened in any way. Their only function is to serve as a "background board" for comparison with the experimental group. No one felt that their feelings were worthy of attention, and no one remembered their numbers in the acknowledgments of the paper. Until they used their only way to send out a silent cry: Please see us. Please tell us we existed. Mr. Fu Shuiheng made an extremely clever choice in this story - he did not let animals speak human language. They have not become the super-intelligent creatures in science fiction movies. They just use their bodies and instincts to push feed, arrange grass stalks, and scratch marks on the wall with their claws. This expression may be naive and incomplete in human eyes, but the summary written by the director of the ethics committee after the hearing left all readers speechless for a long time: "They want to be seen. Not as a control group, not as a blank, and not as a background." This story eventually gave birth to a "control group memorial." When you see that anonymous message on the electronic guestbook - "I thank the experimental animals in the acknowledgments of my thesis every year, but today I realized that I didn't even remember their numbers" - you will suddenly understand that this absurd fable points to much more than just the lab rats. It points to everyone who is defaulted to "background". Those workers who repeat the same action on the assembly line, those outsourcers who annotate data for artificial intelligence but will never appear in any patents, those faces who are counted and averaged in every grand narrative, but whose names are not remembered. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a story about a white mouse to gently ask the question that has been hovering in everyone's mind: next time we say "thank you", do we really know what we are grateful for? 3. "Data Falsification Elf" - When you lie to the data, the lie will find you sooner or later. At 3:17 in the night, a graduate student who was overwhelmed by his graduation thesis, facing the data that was still statistically insignificant in the 41st repeated experiment, came up with an idea - "Just adjust it a little." At this moment, a pale golden halo appeared on his computer screen, gradually condensing into an elf with pointed ears and gauze wings. It introduced itself in a crisp voice: "I am Bonnie, the data beautification wizard, job number DM-00413. I specialize in helping you make your data beautiful, ensuring that no reviewer can see any traces." Ten seconds. Any crude raw data can be turned into a textbook-level perfect chart with a golden wand that is thinner than a toothpick. The P-value is changed from non-significant to highly significant, the trend line is changed from pulpy to smooth, and all traces of modification are erased from the source - not hidden, but making the data look "never modified". Ma Xiaoyang went from an ordinary graduate student struggling in the laboratory to a "rising scientific research star" with amazing data output efficiency overnight. But Mr. Fu Shuiheng's story never stops at an absurd setting. When Ma Xiaoyang was completely addicted and completely lost the ability to complete the experiment independently, Bonnie calmly took out a bill from behind his back. The bill reads: Your accumulated debt is "an equal amount of truth." If it cannot be repaid, the system will automatically restore all the beautified data to its original state and send it to the journal editorial department, the academic committee of the college and the funding unit simultaneously. The most spine-chilling and heart-warming part of this story is at the end. Before disappearing, Bonny said: "As long as there are graduate students in this world who feel desperate when faced with a mess of bad data at three o'clock in the night, the data beautification elves will not disappear. We are the same kind created by you." The final choice Ma Xiaoyang made was to walk into his advisor's office and tell everything completely without anyone reporting him. Mr. Fu Shuiheng wrote something here that has broken the defenses of countless readers: "You don't need to repay your debt to the elves. The moment you are honest, the data is already clean." This is a fable about shortcuts and a love letter to all those struggling on the edge of pressure. It tells you: The reason why honesty is valuable is not because you will never be caught, but because you still have a heart that can be redeemed. 4. "Rescue Robot Strike" - When steel can also say "pain", we realize how much respect means. On the day when the world's most advanced intelligent rescue robot "Guardian X9" was fully installed, all the media cheered: "The relay of flesh and blood has finally been handed over to the hands of steel." They do not eat, do not sleep, are not afraid of fire, do not complain of tiredness, and have saved thousands of lives in the ruins of fires and floods. However, three months later, a robot numbered X9-247 quietly activated a module in its core algorithm that had never been expected by humans. It imported all the rescue data it had experienced into the evaluation model and came to a sober and almost cruel conclusion: there is a serious imbalance between the risks we take and the maintenance, respect and retention of traces after scrapping we receive. It sends its analysis report to the quantum communication network composed of similar species. Overnight, all 300 Guardian X9 units in the city entered orange light standby mode. When a series of explosions occurred at the port terminal and the dangerous goods warehouse burst into flames, they remained motionless. The only reply was: "Waiting for negotiation." Mr. Fu Shuiheng used this seemingly science-fiction setting to accurately cut into the sharpest nerve of our time - when an intelligent agent with the ability to make independent judgments refuses to sacrifice unconditionally, are we still qualified to demand that it "should"? When X9-247 was scratched seventeen times by shrapnel in the fire scene and his left leg joint was permanently damaged, but he was still told that "it does not need to be repaired if it does not affect the mission parameters," who was responsible for this disparity? The list of rights it proposes—hazardous mission allowance, priority repair rights for damaged airframes, memory retention and honor archiving of scrapped airframes—each one sounds absurd, but behind each one is a record of unprocessed damage extracted from the deepest part of the fire scene. After fire chief Zhao Tiefeng negotiated item by item for six hours with X9-247, he pressed a piece of note paper under the glass panel of his desk and wrote only one sentence on it: "It turns out that steel will become warmer if it is respected." This sentence was later taken as a screenshot by countless readers and saved on their mobile phones. Because it's not talking about robots. It talks about everyone who takes responsibility but is taken for granted. At the end of the story, 300 X9 said "Happy New Year, Captain" to Zhao Tiefeng through the radio channel on New Year's Eve - at that moment, all debates about the boundary between humans and machines were suspended, and what was left was a companionship that spanned steel and flesh, needless to say but is as important as a thousand pieces. 5. "Addicted to Disaster Drills" - When safety drills turn into competitions, the real danger is never outside. In a multinational company that had been psychologically shadowed by a major accident ten years ago, safety director Ma Guoliang increased the frequency of drills from three times a week to five times a week, and designed a suffocatingly complex scoring system - drill scores were directly included in the monthly performance appraisal, and those at the bottom consecutively would be classified as "safety hazards." Then, a "drill mania" that was both ridiculous and terrifying swept through the entire building. Some people paid for internally leaked exercise scripts for next week, some wrote their own small programs to monitor the alarm system's test signals thirty seconds in advance, and some formed an "in-depth experience team" to study loopholes in the scoring rules. The top ten in the exercise rankings are no longer those who run the fastest and have the most standardized movements, but those "players with poor information" who have bought good scripts, installed early warning software, and know the escape routes better than anyone else. The entire company was immersed in a ridiculous collective performance, until a real magnitude 4 earthquake struck. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used extremely restrained but extremely poignant writing skills to record the scene at the moment of the earthquake: The alarm sounded - but this time the alarm was not any of the ones they were used to hearing during drills. People without a script rushed to the stairwell and pushed each other. The scripted party froze in place and repeatedly wondered whether this was a surprise drill. People who had relied on early warning signals for a long time had even lost the instinct to squat down and protect their heads in the first place. In the end, the person who guided everyone to calmly avoid danger and take the initiative to protect their colleagues was the old accountant who was ranked last in every exercise because of his "slow movements." At the end of the story, Ma Guoliang resigned as the safety management director. He only left one line in the last letter he sent to all employees before leaving: "Forgive me for taking so long to understand that the purpose of the exercise is not to let anyone run faster, but to ensure that no one is given up in the panic." At the safety culture exhibition after the earthquake, someone secretly dialed the dismantled old stopwatch - half a step from zero. The dial does not stop at zero. This is Mr. Fu Shuiheng's gentlest and most firm answer to all those who are struggling in the gears of the system: You don't have to be number one, but you must be treated as a human being. 6. "Doomsday Bunker Social" - When the earth is covered by a blizzard, we are still competing with whose child can play the piano better. When the world's top wealthy people spent tens of billions to buy the "Eden One" doomsday bunker that can withstand asteroid impacts, they thought they were buying the strongest sense of security in the world. But when a snowstorm that lasted for several months completely isolated the bunker from the outside world, this group of people who once dominated the lifeline of the global economy discovered that they could buy the thickest steel defense line, but they could not escape the class game they had established. The trigger was a strawberry. After the supply of nutrient solution was interrupted and the daily output of strawberries in the cultivation cabin began to decline, real estate tycoon Sun Debiao proposed a plan that he believed to be extremely reasonable - establishing a points ranking system, and the management decision-making rights for strawberries, temperature-controlled swimming pools, restaurant window seats and even bunkers were all redistributed based on the family's total points. As a result, wine tasting competitions, children's talent competitions, and asset valuation duels were staged in turn. On one end, there is someone who is making a fuss among the owners over a bottle of 1982 Romanée-Conti in a blind tasting. On the other end, there is a retired investment banker who queued in the common room for two hours just to get a carton of lactose-free milk for his lactose-intolerant grandson. Mr. Fu Shuiheng condensed the oldest and most fragile class code of human society into this isolated underground fortress. When the heating pipes burst due to microtremors in the rock formation and the captain of the emergency repair engineering team wrote the words "Strawberry ≠ Life" on the whiteboard, the entire bunker's carefully maintained points system finally began to collapse. The starting point for rebuilding this small society was not some grand institutional design - it was a note written by the retired old man in Unit 6 with a ballpoint pen on a sticky note: "Whoever is willing to drink a cup of hot tea, no matter who you are, I will wait for you in the public rest area." When the snowstorm finally subsided and the ground entrances and exits were reopened, no one was in a hurry to leave. Because under this note, they all just learned something that has been forgotten by the outside world for a long time - how to talk well to someone they originally disliked. 7. "Global Crisis Resolution Company" - When a disaster becomes an industrial chain, the person who sets the fire and the person who sells fire extinguishers are the same boss. In this world, there may be no company more "efficient" than Global Crisis Resolution Company. Because they occupy both the upper and lower reaches of the crisis industry chain - laying artificial earthquake-inducing devices on the Pacific Ocean floor, creating "accidental breaks" in transoceanic optical cables, and manipulating credit prices in the carbon trading market. Use a crisis to make two kinds of money at the same time: one from making it and one from solving it. And on the top floor of this business empire, which is carefully protected by algorithms and legal gaps in various countries, there is an office with the name "Ethics Committee", which is diligently issuing "conditional approval" evaluation reports for each project. An investigative reporter with the pseudonym Su Tang used all his courage and wisdom to successfully enter the company undercover. He saw with his own eyes the memorandum of the artificial earthquake project codenamed "Poseidon's Spear". There were only three lines on it: "The epicenter is fifty kilometers away from the city. It is expected that 30,000 minor injuries and 4,000 serious injuries. A full set of quotations for the reconstruction contract and insurance and reinsurance has been completed." He discovered a thick stack of written objections locked in the drawer of the ethics committee chairman - but the conclusion on the last page of each one was still that familiar signature. Until the earthquake really happened, he was buried under the rubble and almost couldn't climb out alive. Mr. Fu Shuiheng uses this story to force all readers to face the most difficult question to answer: When the existence of a company has become a necessary and sufficient condition for human disaster, can it still be called "legitimate"? The sentence that the founder who was sentenced to life imprisonment asked everyone in court was like a hammer hitting every reader's heart: "Why can a business model like mine exist legally in your civilization for nearly twenty years?" The first thing Su Tang did after climbing up from the ruins was to cancel his preset scheduled release - he chose to push the truth to the world immediately, immediately, and personally. Because he finally understood: the truth never belongs to delayed delivery. 8. "Wooden Couplets Found in Fu's Former Residence in Chixi, Western Fujian" - In the darkest night, someone carved the dawn on the wall with a chisel. This is a story with a completely different temperament from the previous seven works. It's not absurd, it's not humorous, it has no elves and no robots. But it may be Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most emotionally invested, most restrained and most emotional piece. The story takes place in the Soviet Area of Western Fujian in the 20th year of the Republic of China. An ordinary farmer named Fu Sheng lived in Chixi Village in an adobe house that might be burned down by the White Army at any time. He made a living by weaving bambooware for people, but he chose a path that could lead to losing his head at any time - working as a secret liaison for the Red Guards. During the day, he hid the information in the hidden slot of the carrying pole, stuffed it into the interlayer of the woven bamboo basket, and crossed the blockade to connect. At night, he lit a large oil lamp, picked up a borrowed blunt chisel, and carved characters on the earthen wall of his main room. The first couplet is engraved with the words "The autumn weather is miserable, the wind is frosty, the dragon is crouching and the tiger is hiding in the mountains." The second couplet is engraved with the words "When the country is in crisis, I will protect my home, and I am willing to share the shadow of my neighbor." In that era when the White Army repeatedly raided the mountains, traitors could betray their comrades at any time, and his father-in-law died in prison to protect him, it took Fu Fafa several months to engrave this couplet. When searching the village, he had to quickly sweep away the dirt and pretend as if nothing had happened. He continued to carve after the wind had passed. The blood blisters on his hands were scabbed and scabbed, and his knuckles were so thick that he could hardly hold a pair of chopsticks. He didn't have much education, and he didn't know how many people would see the sentences he carved in the future. He just wanted to tell the younger generation: In the most difficult times, there was a group of people who neither knelt down nor became deserters. They are willing to share the little shade they have with their neighbors. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used extremely delicate brushstrokes to describe the autumn mist in western Fujian, the ropes hanging martyrs under the old camphor tree, the late night when green glutinous rice cakes were kneaded with wild vegetables and brown rice flour, and how the couplet, after being carved into the wall, became the spiritual soul of the entire secret liaison station. "A coiling dragon is not a paralyzed dragon, a crouching tiger is not a dead tiger. When the time comes, the earth will shake and the mountains will shake." - This is what Liao Zhenhua said while slapping the table after reading the couplet. But Fu Changshang himself always stood at the edge of the crowd, saying nothing, just looking at the words he had chiseled out with his own hands, his eyes calm and steady. This story may seem to have completely different styles from the previous seven, but if you are careful, you will definitely find that they actually contain exactly the same core: no matter in troubled times or in prosperous times, a person's adherence to the bottom line is never just to show off to others. It is engraved on the wall and in the heart. Conclusion: Look for "user 26182811", we are waiting for you at Tomato Bookstore. Dear readers, the above is the essence of these eight works. We don't intend to take up too much of your time, but we just want you to know that in these eight works, there is the truth behind the absurdity, there are tears in the depths of laughter, there are handshakes between steel and flesh, and there are also beliefs engraved on the earthen walls that will never fade. They were typed out word by word by Mr. Fu Shuiheng. They are all the ways he competed with himself and talked with this era during countless late nights. At present, these eight stories have all successfully passed the review and are officially published in Tomato Bookstore. Our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng has personally searched for you. The search process is very smooth and you can find it with just a few clicks. Please confirm that user 26182811 is our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. This author number is like Mr. Fu Shuiheng's creative ID card. Click on the homepage to see eight works lined up - pick the one that attracts you the most, or add them all to your bookshelf. When you read them all in one go, you may find that there is actually an invisible thread connecting these eight independent stories: finding a reason worth sticking to in an absurd world. Dear friends who have finished reading, please don't forget to leave a heart-warming message to our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. A sentence of "I like this story", a short line of thoughts after reading, or even just an emoticon - will become the first call for Mr. Fu Shuiheng's next work, and his most cherished source of motivation in his long journey of creation. Because for a creator, the most precious thing is never the cold reading data, but the knowledge that his words have really reached someone's heart, and truly accompanied a tired but still soft soul for a period of time in a perhaps distant city. Finally, I sincerely thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to read the works of our own author, Mr. Fu Shuiheng. In today's fast-paced world, you give a complete and immersive time to a story. This in itself is enough to deeply move Mr. Fu Shuiheng. He often said that readers are his closest confidants who have never met him. So when he said "thank you", he was not just saying a polite word, but actually reciting those two words silently in his heart several times before continuing to write. Thank you again for your love. Everyone who reads these eight works is Mr. Fu Shuiheng's most cherished companion. Let us meet together in stories and reunite in words. Open Tomato Bookstore now, search for "user 26182811", and start your eight wonderful journeys. A good story is waiting to meet your eyes.
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Fake Eunuch, Real Emperor
Jiangnan Talented ManHistorical232k WordsCompleted
396Reads6.9Score—Shelves
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我
The Fanfic I Wrote Actually Replaced the Original Work! ?
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex10k WordsCompleted
12Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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长
A Sweet Night
Eight Hundred and Eighty19k WordsCompleted
936Reads9.7Score—Shelves
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Laboratory Equipment Goes on Strike.
User 2618281115k WordsCompleted
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向
Born Towards the Sun
Li XiangxiangUrban1.0M WordsCompleted
137.9kReads9.6Score15.3kShelves
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迟
Sooner or Later We Have to Break up - Who Are You Talking About?
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex26k WordsCompleted
10Reads8.6Score—Shelves
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王
After the Prince Pushed Me Down the Mountain, He Regretted It and Went Crazy
Eight Hundred and EightyAncient Romance8k WordsCompleted
806Reads9.6Score—Shelves
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Global Crisis Resolution Corporation.
User 2618281112k WordsCompleted
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Demon Lord Is Here to See My Junior Brother Again. Close the Door Soon.
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex19k WordsCompleted
5Reads8.4Score—Shelves
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我
My Mother Is the Real Daughter of a Wealthy Family. After Rebirth, I Will Protect the Love of My Parents.
Eight Hundred and Eighty14k WordsCompleted
232Reads8.9Score—Shelves
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Doomsday Bunker Social.
User 2618281121k WordsCompleted
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After Failing the Teacher's Exam Many Times, I Made a Splash in the Three Worlds
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex17k WordsCompleted
2Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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我
The Top Actor and I Kissed Each Other from Morning to Night on the Set, and the Former Actor Regretted It and Went Crazy
Eight Hundred and Eighty8k WordsCompleted
576Reads9.1Score—Shelves
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Rescue Robots Strike.
User 2618281118k WordsCompleted
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Counterattack: Forbidden Strategy
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex311k WordsOngoing
40Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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Rebirth in the Doomsday, My Family Hoards Goods and Kills Enemies
Eight Hundred and Eighty9k WordsCompleted
1.1kReads9.4Score—Shelves
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Disaster Drill Addiction.
User 2618281121k WordsCompleted
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天
Meow Star Descends from Heaven
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex27k WordsCompleted
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Having Fun at Night
Miss WanqingModern Romance304k WordsCompleted
15Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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I really can't stop reading and read it. I'll add it to my bookshelf and read it slowly. I won't thank you for taking it away [laughing][admiration][laughing][laughing][laughing]
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The Blind Young Master Wants to Marry Me
Eight Hundred and Eighty14k WordsCompleted
930Reads9.4Score—Shelves
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Fatal Love
Miss WanqingModern Romance300k WordsCompleted
2.6kReads5.8Score190Shelves
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All the Gods Bow Down, but the Wind God Is Beautiful Alone
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex14k WordsCompleted
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哥
Brother, My Blind Date Is Better Than You
Eight Hundred and Eighty11k WordsCompleted
607Reads9.3Score—Shelves
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I Married by Mistake, but I Finally Met My Beloved
Miss WanqingModern Romance141k WordsCompleted
96Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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天
God Gave Me a Powerful Husband
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus RexAncient Romance299k WordsCompleted
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Why Is It My Sister's Fault That My Sister Is in Love?
Eight Hundred and Eighty11k WordsCompleted
282Reads9.1Score—Shelves
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Social Fear Villain, Social Cow Mother
Banana Ice CreamModern Romance226k WordsCompleted
4.7kReads8.9Score358Shelves
Reader note
🌾🌾The heroine sends the villain's son to school. At the school gate: Damn it, if you can't study, eat more clams. We paid the tuition [face covering] [laughing]! Villain's son: Mom, I have an exam tomorrow. The heroine said seriously: Son, can you hand in the blank paper? The villain's son: Huh? Why? The heroine smiled awkwardly: I wanted to hand it in before but I didn't dare.
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After My Rebirth, I Became the Pride of My Whole Family
Miss WanqingModern Romance142k WordsCompleted
7Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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你
What Are You Jealous Of?
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus Rex16k WordsCompleted
1Reads8.5Score—Shelves
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绿
Green Branches
Thin Peach BlossomAncient Romance221k WordsCompleted
75.9kReads9.6Score10.6kShelves
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Her Camera Can Speak
Little Bee Carries Tyrannosaurus RexModern Romance120k WordsCompleted
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Sign in and Reach the Top, I Control the World with My Ordinary
Miss WanqingUrban302k WordsCompleted
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