"It's good for young people to get more experience. If our factory becomes successful, you'll go straight into management, your salary will double, and you'll have weekends off every week."
"Xiao He, you were a few minutes late this morning. According to the rules, 100 yuan will be deducted from your salary this month. I know you've been working overtime lately, so it's normal that you can't get up in the morning. But there are rules, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Within just one week of starting work at the factory, Wen He suffered both physical and spiritual torment.
The factory's almost ruthless exploitation and empty promises often forced Wen He to work overtime until eight or nine o'clock at night.
Moreover, the journey home takes nearly an hour.
By the time I get home, it's usually already 10 p.m.
When he got home, he couldn't even get a hot meal, and there was a mountain of housework waiting for him.
During this period, he didn't even have time to look at his phone, let alone do live streams.
"Beep...beep..."
Wen He looked at the torrential rain outside the window, her face showing utter dejection.
"Dad, it's raining heavily outside. Could you give me some money for a taxi home?" Wen He asked as the call was connected.
"Can't you take the bus? It costs tens of yuan to take a taxi home from the factory." Wen's father's tone was not very friendly.
"The nearest bus stop to the factory is a bit far, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so I can't get there."
"Why don't you wait until the rain gets a little lighter before you go? You have to bother me with such a small thing."
"Dad, the bus is coming soon..." Wen He hadn't finished speaking when the phone was hung up.
Looking at my broken phone screen.
The time has reached 21:42.
The last bus runs at 10:00 PM.
If I run from here to the station, I might barely make it.
Looking at the torrential rain outside, Wen He picked up a dirty piece of cardboard from the floor, casually dusted it off, put it on her head, and ran outside.
Faced with such heavy rain, this behavior is merely a psychological comfort and serves no real purpose.
"Cough...cough cough..."
The autumn rain was much colder than I had imagined.
While waiting to cross the street.
Wen He watched the last bus drive past her.
Looking at the massive traffic and the glaring red light, Wen He felt extremely anxious.
The bus stopped at the deserted stop, waited for a while, then closed the doors and slowly drove off.
At this moment, the traffic stopped, and the red light turned green.
Wen He stood there, stunned.
He slowly lowered the cardboard that had been resting on his head and was already soaked.
The pouring rain, accompanied by a biting wind, lashed against the slightly hunched Wen He.
The raindrops sliding down my face had a slightly salty taste.
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