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70 致 To All Mankind: Life Span Is About to Be Monetized! Waiting for That WindUrban306k WordsCompleted 2.9kReads5.9Score254Shelves

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This is really possible

71 末 Apocalypse Heavenly Soldiers Flirtatious GoddessMystery653k WordsCompleted 113Reads—Score—Shelves

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You can never guess the next step

73 隔 Next Door Drama User26182811Historical2.8M WordsCompleted 6Reads—Score—Shelves

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In the gaps of history, light an everlasting lamp - Recommended by "The Play Next Door" Have you ever thought about what kind of thrilling truth is hidden in the dust that is submerged by grand war narratives and glorious histories of emperors and generals? When you open "The Play Next Door", what you step into is not a stage, but a "next door" that has been forgotten by history - there is no halo of the protagonist there, only a group of little people who guard their "duties" with their lives. The tools in their hands are the fulcrum that truly levers the levers of history. There is no heroic epic here, only the "clumsy" perseverance whose lives depend on it. What you will experience is a "stupid philosophy" that is completely opposite to this efficiency-oriented era: In "War Horse Farrier", you will meet Lao Tie - a "fool" who dares to fight against the entire munitions system for eight thousand war horses. When everyone was shouting for the wave of "standardization", he stubbornly preserved the hoof-shaped rubbings of each war horse, as if to preserve their unique life code. You will follow him back to the sea of ​​​​death and witness the horrifying scene of horses eating the shoes of their own kind in extreme pain. At that moment you will finally understand: "progress" that ignores individual differences is essentially an exquisite massacre. Lao Tie's shoe reflects the unique souls that have been obliterated by the "standard answers" in today's education, medical care, and management. In "The Grain Officer's Sieve of Moldy Rice", Li Sanwen spent twelve years sifting rice, and was ridiculed for being "pedantic" for twelve years. Those three times of sifting, rustling, sifting, what is sifted out is mold, what is sifted out is conscience. It wasn't until a rout caused by moldy rice that four thousand lives were soaked in the battle report like blood. Only then did people realize that life and death on the front line were actually determined by the most silent eyes in the rear. This story is an ode and a warning to logistics workers, quality inspectors, and gatekeepers of all times. It asks us: How much breathing space have we left for "rigor" in the rush for speed? In "The Ladder Maker's Tenon", Lao Lu spent forty years believing in an iron rule: the tenon must be soaked in tung oil for ninety days. When the war came and the construction period was reduced to fifteen days, everyone advised him to "flexibly". Disciple A Qing cut down on the process and saved three months of tung oil. However, in exchange for this, the ladder broke during the siege and hundreds of soldiers fell from high altitude to their deaths. Before Lao Lu was executed by the Military Justice Department, the words he said to his weeping and kneeling disciples were bloody: "You saved three months of tung oil and lost three hundred lives." Where is this ancient saying? This is clearly the ultimate judgment on all today's shoddy projects, all opportunism, and all "just enough" culture. The magic of "The Show Next Door" is that it returns "profession" to its heaviest original meaning. Here: · Shoeing is not a craft, it is reading the whine in the hoofbeats of each war horse. · Sifting rice is not a process, it is responsible for the lives of strangers thousands of miles away. · Building a ladder is not a task, it is about lifting up each concrete and vivid life. The author uses scalpel-like strokes to peel off the surface of history and let you see the bones of civilization - which is woven from countless subtle "professional spirits" and "professional ethics." When these muscles and bones are corroded, no matter how huge the empire is, it will collapse. Although these stories are dressed in ancient costumes, they speak to our current souls. They tell about craftsmen, clerks, and soldiers in ancient times, but they reflect you and me in the modern workplace—have you also quietly lowered your conscience under the pressure of KPIs? Have you ever compromised your professionalism in the face of "system requirements"? Have you ever used "everyone is like this" to numb your inner uneasiness? This is not just a book, but a mirror and a baptism. If you are tired of exaggerated narratives and long to touch the true texture of history; if you still believe in the heavy weight of "craftsmanship" and "responsibility" in the noisy era; if you want to re-examine the "mortises and tenons" and "sieves" in your professional life through the stories of others - then "The Play Next Door" is waiting for you. Push open this door and you will hear the most sincere sighs and shouts from the depths of history. You will find that the real light is never in the center of the stage, but in the carefully lit lights next door.

90 混 Chaos Sky Coffin: the Supreme Bone Was Dug Out at the Beginning Zhou Jun Who Likes Red BeautyEastern Fantasy1.0M WordsCompleted 27Reads—Score—Shelves

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91 混 Damn It, Who Says I'm Not a Eunuch Faction Member? Weiwei's WeiHistorical3.2M WordsCompleted 272.2kReads9.3Score34.8kShelves

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If you can keep reading, it's not that routine.