Gu Lang Listens to the Wind

The cold winter is coming, and the fireworks in Jiangcheng are dying. Thirty years old has become the cruelest watershed for contemporary adults. The wave of layoffs is sweeping across all walks of life, and the workplace is in chaos. The more senior you are, the more you are despised. Countless people are trapped in a deadlock of neither high nor low, with no way out. In Lin Qi's life, he was once the envy of others. After graduating from a prestigious Yanbei school, I worked as an in-depth reporter, climbed into the upper echelons of the workplace, experienced ups and downs, and saw the world. I thought that the road ahead would be bright and promising, and I could expect to be prosperous for half my life. But the tide of the times has turned, and all the glory has disappeared. A diploma from a prestigious school is not worth mentioning in the cold winter of employment; many years of workplace experience have become a burdensome advantage on the road to job hunting. After being unemployed for half a year and running low on savings, the elite manager who used to be in charge of the overall situation put away all his pride and dignity, drove a van, and became the most ordinary courier in Jiangcheng. The world laughed at him for falling to rock bottom and destroying his future. But only Lynch knows: the real rock bottom is never to make a living, but to have no confidence and wait to sink. There is no cheating, no luck from heaven. In an era when everyone is lying flat and everyone is anxious, he does not suffer from internal friction or complains. He takes root in the dust of the market and settles in the day-to-day rush. Others regard the trough as the destination, but he regards the trough as the practice.