Zhou Yuan is an executive at an Internet company, overseeing three departments and more than 200 people.

He works hard every day, works overtime on weekends, implements the 996 spirit, and enjoys the blessings every day.

If the leaders work overtime, the people below will naturally feel embarrassed not to work overtime. The company does not encourage overtime and calls on everyone to go home immediately after get off work, so most people have to go home to work. When working from home, overtime does not end at 9 o'clock. Many people work even longer hours than before when they were working 996. Some people even thought about just working 996.

Zhou Yuan was full of energy, but he didn't understand. How could a man of his age fall asleep so early?

When he was young, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep every day. Starting a business is a good thing. Why is it that when it comes to these young people, they all lie down and become lazy, unwilling to struggle?

Even the stock price has dropped a lot, which makes Zhou Yuan feel very sad. Fortunately, the housing prices have not fallen, and he can still make a lot of money by collecting rent.

This time, because the company was going to launch a new project, which coincided with Lu Ban’s idea of ​​a large-scale immersive real-life game, it called on everyone in the company to sign up and participate in the project. If they were lucky, they could experience it in advance and learn from Lu Ban’s experience.

What a coincidence, it was Zhou Yuan who drew it.

He doesn't understand anything about script-killing or escape room, he just came here to observe and experience.

Zhou Yuan had originally planned to treat it with a rigorous business attitude, but after getting the script, he was a little dumbfounded.

The role is played by a worker who knows some words, has been to Dr. House's clinic, and lives in an apartment called Happy House.

He suddenly turned from a capitalist into a worker, and Zhou Yuan was a little confused.

According to the information, he is considered a worker with a relatively good living environment.

There were three people sleeping in the small room, one of them was sleeping in a messy bed, another was sleeping on a worn-out and leaky sofa. He was lying on the floor covered with a thin mattress, his back was cold, and he tossed and turned.

Three people sharing an apartment, taking turns sleeping on the bed, is already pretty good.

How could he have never suffered such hardship in his life?

It was less than four o'clock in the morning when Zhou Yuan, who had been sleeping very uneasily, was woken up.

He opened his eyes and found that his two co-workers had packed up and were ready to go out.

"So early? Doesn't work start at eight?"

He asked subconsciously.

"If you go at eight you'll only get to the most difficult position, and you won't be able to finish it."

The worker kindly gave a reminder.

Zhou Yuan didn't quite understand, but he was uncomfortable lying down, so he had to sit up, change his clothes, and hurried to the factory.

It was still dark, and the early mornings in winter were the coldest. The wind made Zhou Yuan shiver all over. He suspected that he would catch a cold and have a fever after the script was finished. He couldn't help but pull his clothes tighter, trying to keep warmer.

On the road, he saw some food shops open. Zhou Yuan wanted to have breakfast, but he only had a dozen yuan in savings in his pocket. He had to eat at noon, so he couldn't afford breakfast.

Just be hungry.

Fortunately, after walking a few steps, I saw a factory.

The factory was not large, but white smoke had already started to come out of the chimney. When Zhou Yuan smelled the odor from the factory, he immediately started coughing. The odor was a mixture of the stench of excrement, the choking smell of smoke, and the smell of something unknown. It was so foul that it made people cover their noses.

Zhou Yuan vomited on the spot.

Although the script sets him up as a skilled worker, he cannot deceive his body's instincts.

Seeing Zhou Yuan vomit, the audience who got up early or stayed up late all expressed their feelings.

[It was early in the morning, and I saw others vomiting on the spot before going to work? ]

[This is really delicious, guys. It’s clean and hygienic.]

[Fuck, what kind of reality is this? I have to get up at 4 o'clock in the morning to go to work. The working environment is terrible. I can't stand it.]

[I see. This is the new episode of Metamorphosis, right? Letting the big boss experience the life of the lower class, Lu Ban really has good intentions. He really... I am crying! ]

[Wait a minute, isn't this a suspenseful murder drama? Why do I have to watch him work? ]

Zhou Yuan's job was simple, just pure repetitive mechanical labor. After working for a while, he saw his work order for today.

He can make one part in one minute, but today he has to make 1,200 parts!

Even if you don't take a break in between, you have to work non-stop for twenty hours!

I start working at four o'clock now and have to finish it at midnight.

No wonder my coworkers said they wouldn’t be able to finish the work if they went later.

"This is too much..."

Zhou Yuan complained, causing the people around him to look at him.

"If you don't want to do it, give it to me. I can make one dollar for one hundred parts."

“Ah… this…”

Zhou Yuan remembered that the steamed buns on the roadside cost one yuan each. If he worked hard for twenty hours today, he could only earn twenty yuan, which means an income of six hundred yuan a month.

The rent is almost three hundred dollars!

Most of the money I earned from working hard was given to the landlord, and the rest was just enough to fill my stomach.

"You'd better do it seriously. If the parts are not up to standard, your quantity will be deducted. If one part is not up to standard, two parts will be deducted. That's a big loss."

People around him reminded him.

“How can this be unqualified?”

Zhou Yuan had just made a complaint when he saw a worker being caught by the factory supervisor in front of him.

"These parts of yours are not up to standard. Redo them."

Zhou Yuan looked at the "unqualified" parts, which looked almost the same as normal ones.

“This looks the same.”

He muttered something, and the supervisor saw it and immediately came over and took a look at the parts around him.

"What kind of crap are these parts you made? They are all unqualified. Redo them!"

"???"

Zhou Yuan couldn't bear it anymore.

"What's wrong with this? Isn't it exactly the same as the others?"

"Oh, in the factory, if I say I'm unqualified, I mean I'm unqualified."

The supervisor patted Zhou Yuan's face gently.

"Do you think his parts are up to standard?"

He asked the people around him.

Everyone shook their heads and dared not speak up for Zhou Yuan.

Seeing this, Zhou Yuan became furious and started cursing.

"I quit! What a waste of time!"

"Wait a minute, you have at least eighty parts here, and you have to pay for one hundred and sixty. You can either continue to finish it, or leave the sixteen dollars and pack up and go home."

The supervisor called out.

"Aren't you bullying an honest person?"

Zhou Yuan cursed, but the factory security quickly arrived and held Zhou Yuan back.

After a struggle, the dozen or so dollars left in Zhou Yuan's pocket were taken away, and even his clothes were almost stripped off.

Now he is unemployed.

"What kind of world is this? This is too much of a bully."

Zhou Yuan walked on the street and felt that the world was cruel and these capitalists were so despicable. This was not exploitation at all, it was simply exploitation!

As he walked, he saw a woman standing on the dimly lit street.

The woman had a graceful figure and was wearing a cheongsam that fitted her body. She held an open folding fan in her hand, covering the lower half of her face.

Zhou Yuan moved closer, thinking there was some beautiful woman.

Anyway, I've been kicked out of the factory now, so I might as well find something to do to get by for the next few days.

He greeted the woman.

The woman seemed to smile and put away her fan.

Zhou Yuan saw that the face under the fan was distorted like a melted candle. The woman laughed wildly and her whole body seemed to have grown a lot bigger. Shadows spread from under her skirt like tentacles, tightly entangling Zhou Yuan.

He stepped back in a hurry, missed a step and fell into the sewer.

Camera jumps.