One big and one small are practicing love

Looking at the chat records of the company group, many colleagues came to Hangzhou by carpool from Beijing. Some colleagues who came to Hangzhou by train from various places asked about bus and subway routes, or took a taxi together. There is no information about the company sending a car to pick me up.

After confirming, Liu Xiaochen quickly turned to Zuo Kunmin's number, but his thumb was frozen on the dial button. An indescribable complex feeling was stuck in my chest, making me feel oppressed and uncomfortable.

What is it that I am unwilling to accept? Why are you so stubborn? It’s just a car. It’s easy for him. If he wants to help, just let him help! Perhaps it was his 'ease' that put a heavy pressure on her.

She has been supported by him for nearly 10 years and is able to live as she does now. And he supports hundreds of poor college students every year and provides employment opportunities for countless lives. He was the support of her entire life, but she was just a speck of dust he carried casually.

Now, she wanted to see if she could leave his protection. But just like Sun Wukong, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape his grasp. This sense of pressure with strong contrast is shown again.

Thinking about it, Liu Xiaochen slowly put away his phone, wiped away his tears and took a deep breath. Close your eyes and lean back on the soft leather seat. Listening to the sound of rain, I fell asleep unconsciously.

When he was woken up, Liu Xiaochen had already arrived at the farm. At 11 o'clock at noon, he was led by personnel from the human resources department when he got off the car. She went to the room where she was staying to put her luggage, and received room cards, meal cards, a schematic diagram of the structure of the manor and other items. After having lunch with her in the restaurant, she was then free to visit the farm.

At around 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the snow had stopped and the rain was still falling.

Liu Xiaochen bought a transparent plastic umbrella at the supermarket in the farm. He held it and looked around slowly.

During lunch, Liu Xiaochen saw a river through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the restaurant. An employee from the human resources department said that it was the Fuchun River.

Liu Xiaochen left the farm, crossed a deserted road, and went straight to the river. Seeing the open and calm river surface, the green mountains with rising mist, and the green trees half covered with white snow, I felt that the scenery was particularly beautiful, and I felt peaceful and slightly happy.

Liu Xiaochen stood quietly by the river for a long time, until his hands and feet were numb from the cold, then Liu Xiaochen went back.

When I returned to my room, I took a look around based on the diagram of the manor.

The entire farm is surrounded by lush trees, and the buildings are hidden in the dense green shade. The farm is divided into three major areas: south, east and west based on different functions.

To the south is a five-story business building, which is mainly used for offices, leisure, restaurants and other practical functions. There is a vegetable garden of more than [-] square meters to the east, where chickens, ducks and geese are raised freely. To the west is a five-story serviced apartment housing all staff.

In addition, there are two ponds in the north and south courtyards. The pond in the front yard is more ornamental, with lotus flowers and colorful koi carps planted inside. The pond in the backyard is stocked with seafood such as catfish, green shrimps, and soft-shell turtles, which are available for the canteen to catch and eat at any time.

The working and living environment are very good. Liu Xiaochen thought that if it weren't for work, he wouldn't be able to live in such a place. Just like in Beijing for more than three years, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be able to live in a big house in a prime location.

After all, just passers-by.

At 8 o'clock in the evening on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, more than 100 employees were all present. We went to the auditorium for a meeting to explain our work requirements. Two hours later, everyone handed in their mobile phones. From now on, anyone who wants to contact the outside world can only make calls from the company's phone booths using fixed landlines equipped with surveillance.

There was no sloppiness, and everyone got into intense work early the next morning.

Large companies have extremely precise time management. Every job has a standard process and time, and everyone has a fixed workload every day. Because the time to market is tight, the fixed workload per person is ten hours.

But after working for a week, Liu Xiaochen discovered that the actual work and the company's requirements were two different things.

The work tasks assigned by the company are when people are like machines without any rest. But in actual work, people have to drink coffee, go to the toilet, collect materials, write emails, copy materials, and the company has meetings from time to time... These all really occupy time.

Therefore, everyone has to work overtime to complete their jobs.

I go to work at 9 o'clock in the morning every day, and have one hour to eat at noon and evening. At about 10 o'clock in the evening, people start to go back to the dormitory. At 12 o'clock, most people take a rest. Most interns like Liu Xiaochen can finish their work at 1 or 2 o'clock.

Because Liu Xiaochen is a novice, not skilled in operation, and not sensitive to numbers. The company requires 8-10 seconds for each order to enter raw data, and at least 3600 orders can be entered a day. It takes Liu Xiaochen 12-15 seconds to record an order, and it actually takes 12-15 hours to complete the work.

I have to type at the computer for more than ten hours every day. My eyes are dry, my neck is sore, my back is stiff, and my wrists and fingers often cramp.

Late one night, Liu Xiaochen dragged his exhausted body back to his room. He stiffened his neck and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was shiny, his eyes were unfocused, and there were four or five red and swollen pimples on his forehead. He suddenly felt like he was dreaming about the hundred-day sprint to the college entrance examination.

This has just begun. I wonder if it will continue to be like this in the future, will it get better, or worse?