Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 861 Work (Part Four)

Jingle Bell.

The workday bell rang.

Suddenly, the office was filled with the sound of chairs scraping against the floor.

These guys, who play various high-class roles as "rich second generation," "official second generation," and "boss executives" on the virtual network, had tired eyes and dark circles under their eyes, their heads hanging down, and lined up behind their guards, walking one after another towards the door.

In the morning, their main task is to sing and shout with the team leader. They spend most of the rest of the time spacing out and are not very efficient. Their peak performance time is in the afternoon and evening, and they even close more deals in the middle of the night than in the morning.

However, if we reason in reverse, wouldn't the morning be the best time to make a decision?
Before leaving, Xiao Zhao glanced at the computer screen.

Then Sisi sent another message, filled with hope, yet also filled with regret.

"Mike, I love you."

"After your meeting, I'll take you out for something delicious!"

Idiot, complete idiot!

Are they really that desperate for love?

Are people so desperate that they seek so-called lovers on the virtual world?

How could this high-speed train possibly arrive?
Xiao Zhao couldn't control his emotions and muttered a few curses under his breath.

Led by the guards, the group left the office building and went to the canteen. Along the way, they saw many soldiers carrying AK47s and wandering around. They were all locals from Southeast Asia.

These people are under the management of the park's property management.

The park's property management sounds like a legitimate company, but it's actually a local armed group. They both own and manage the park.

The park has many electric gates and elevators that require card swiping. Only those with the corresponding access cards can enter and exit normally, in order to prevent the piglets from running around.

Most of the piglets wore blue identification tags, which meant they could only stay in specific offices on specific floors of the company building. Once they left their offices, they couldn't even go to the toilets on the same floor.

Some outstanding piglets will be promoted to junior guards, wearing blue and green identification tags. These people can move freely on specific floors of the company building, but cannot leave their assigned floor.

Any identification badge of the above colors that is seen by military personnel in public areas of the park will be severely punished, and the company will be fined by the park management afterwards.

The company guards are management personnel, wearing green identification badges. Although it is the lowest level of management, they have a certain degree of freedom. They can leave their company building and wander around the park, going to the living area, entertainment area, and work area, but they cannot leave the park.

The bald, burly man, who is in charge of managing the entire floor, is a mid-level manager. He wears a red identification badge and can move freely within the park as well as leave it.

In addition to being used for entry and exit, these identity cards also have stored value and consumption functions. The piglets' commissions and the managers' wages are deposited into the cards for them to spend in the park.

For example, eating, gambling, shopping, and entertainment.

The canteen is large and belongs to the park's property management. The pigs and managers of several online betting companies in the park all eat here. It's charged per person and it's not cheap.

Those fraudulent online gambling companies all have to pay a hefty property management fee to be allowed to move into the park, which on the surface makes it seem quite legitimate.

At least from the outside, or even from the inside, this kind of industrial park, with its dormitories, office buildings, canteens, and workshops, looks absolutely professional, much like industrial parks in China.

But if you look closely, there's blood everywhere—human blood.

The canteen's iron gate was kicked open by the head guard, and a pungent smell of rotten oil mixed with the sour odor of spoiled rice hit him. Xiao Zhao stared at the mottled, yellowish-green walls around him, finding it hard to imagine what kind of food could be prepared in such an environment.

It felt like going back to military training in my student days.

Everyone stood in rows around the long dining table according to their groups, with four small stainless steel buckets on each table.

Cabbage, steamed buns, potatoes, and seaweed soup with oil floating on top.

I don't know if the hygiene was genuinely substandard or if someone did it on purpose.

Several black, unidentified insects were floating on the seaweed soup. Xiao Zhao tried his best not to think that these insects were cockroaches with long antennae, but he couldn't help but confirm in his mind that these things were cockroaches.

Xiao Zhao sniffed, and a sour smell quickly surged from his stomach to his throat and then to his nasal cavity, almost making him vomit. After recovering a little, he was somewhat glad that he hadn't eaten anything since last night.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao noticed a group of people kneeling in a corner of the cafeteria. Several of them were bending down and licking the food that had been thrown on the ground, and their bodies still bore traces of seaweed soup that had been splashed on them.

As waves of people entered the cafeteria to eat, some didn't dare to glance at the kneeling people more than a few times as they passed by. Or perhaps it wasn't that they didn't dare, but that they had become accustomed to it.

"Sit down and eat."

Upon hearing the order, no one sat down. Instead, they stood up and reached into the buckets containing food, grabbing steamed buns and stuffing them into their mouths like madmen.

It was noisy and chaotic, as if everyone was afraid of falling behind the people next to them.

Xiao Zhao, the only one sitting, held his chopsticks in the air, his hand numb.

A guard leaned against the doorframe, cracking sunflower seeds. He spat the shells precisely onto Xiao Zhao's head, who was sitting on the corner of the table, and laughed and cursed, "I've seen plenty of people like you, putting on airs like you're nothing. Let me tell you, kid, if you're not eating now, you'll be kneeling and licking the plate clean tomorrow."

Xiao Zhao thought to himself that even if he went on a hunger strike, he wouldn't touch a single bite.

A few minutes later, the food on the table was completely gone, even the few things that looked like cockroaches were gone. Only then did everyone sit down and slightly toned down their starving behavior.

At this moment, there was even a skinny little man holding a small bucket, sticking his head inside and licking it.

The ceiling fan creaked and groaned, making Xiao Zhao feel terrible.

For a moment, he was still having wild thoughts: if the company is so stingy, why waste electricity by running electric fans in the cafeteria?
Even the air conditioning in the office was set to the lowest temperature.

I don't understand.

Across the long table, Xiao Zhao noticed that the people at the next table in the cafeteria were still eating with their heads down. Upon closer inspection, he realized that they were all eating individually packaged boxed meals.

Those white foam-packaged fast food items were something Xiao Zhao would never have glanced at before, but now, even looking at them from afar, they looked delicious, their red and green colors making them very tempting.

He wiped his chin, and his hands were covered in saliva.

"That's the tech team over there. They're really good with computers; we lowly clerks can't compare," a middle-aged man sitting nearby said enviously, wiping his lips with his hand as if he'd just finished eating. "And then there are the livestreamers and the dealers—they get good pay. They're the ones who're here to make money."

Xiao Zhao nodded.

In this era of 996, where the blessings of being a corporate slave are maximized, even if you're working like a dog for someone else, you still have to have work to do, otherwise, even if the blessings are given out, it won't be your turn.

Here, even eating the most ordinary boxed lunches that would be common in China, is something others envy!