Huanxi Cave Minglu

My magnificent PPT was lost to an orange cat that pushed paper in a loop; my million-dollar Internet thinking was lost to a group of secretive "sweeping monks" in my father's old teahouse that was about to be demolished. Chen Shouzhuo, a former product director who was "optimized" by the times, returned to his hometown and determined to implement a "dimensionality reduction attack" on his father's old teahouse. But he soon discovered that the logic of survival here was completely different: He talked about private domain traffic and user portraits, which is not as good as the understatement of the old tea drinker Uncle Zhao: "My son-in-law is in the district reform office." His carefully designed immersive experience was completely refuted by community lawyer Lin Zhaoqing using an unpopular clause in the Civil Code. The business model he conceived looked like an innocent fairy tale in front of young Jiang Wan's survival philosophy of "acting as a ghost in a secret room during the day and telling jokes on a talk show at night." This is destined to be an "epic war" using PPT to challenge the world's sophistication. ​​​But in this series of ridiculous and ridiculous collisions, he gradually tasted a different taste: in the small world of the teahouse, everyone was clumsily but seriously guarding their own dignity. This is a story about failure, but I want to talk to you about how to make yourself a pot of good tea in a chicken feather, laugh at all the helplessness, and then win back your life more decently.​​ We are all running hastily in this chaotic world, but fortunately, a knowing smile after understanding the world is our warmest trump card.