Didn't you say that we would lose money after filming?

Chapter 370 Familiar, but never touched
In Shangjing, a very prosperous CBD, ordinary office worker Xing Lang is eating fast food in a Lawson convenience store.

He was wearing a plaid polo shirt and casual trousers. He was eating a worker's meal of oden and pasta while taking out his notebook and typing away.

Even after get off work, he still has to keep working.

There is no way. The overall economy is in a downturn now, and it is difficult in all walks of life. Finding a job, especially in Beijing where the competition is so fierce, is like burning incense. It is quite difficult, so naturally you have to work twice as hard to ensure that you are not laid off.

Although Xing Lang once had dreams and struggled, at that time he was still known as Mr. Xing, with the most advanced special effects technology, founded a company, and talked eloquently with PPT in front of the tables of major top investors, and successfully negotiated many rounds of angel round financing. He once struggled.

But the final result was a miserable ending. He did not realize his dream in the end. Instead, everything collapsed. He encountered many things one after another, which eventually led to the collapse of his dream. Everything became a fantasy.

Looking back, he was no longer young and strong after his dream was shattered. Even if he gave up his dream and worked honestly again, he had lost his greatest competitiveness to compete with those young people.

Yes, he, Xing Lang, was one of Hanxia’s first special effects practitioners. He was also a senior special effects engineer in the industry and was once well-known.

But now these are all in the past, and now he is just a designer in a game company.

The technologies he once took pride in can now only be used to create scenes, models, and special effects for game companies.

If his experience were told to others, some people would probably say: This is actually not bad.

If he was making some big-budget games, working for some dreamy companies, making something like 3A games, then Xing Lang might not have any complaints.

But you have to figure out where this is.

This is Hanxia. Is there a 3A in Hanxia?
It's just a joke.

Although relevant state departments have repeatedly stated that Hanxia game companies can also try to produce their own 3A masterpieces, the country supports it and will provide any help within its capacity.

But do you see anyone doing it?

Of course not, because as we all know, this is a thankless task.

So what does their company do?

Make the kind of immortal cultivation web games that often appear in Jianxin mini program ads.
Yes, that's right, he was the one making cheap and low-quality stuff. The technologies he was proud of were never used at all, and he didn't even have a say within the company. While he was busy with work, he would be scolded by leaders who were much younger than him if he couldn't finish his work on time.

If this happened to the young Xing Lang many years ago, he would have turned around and left long ago, without giving any face at all.

But for Xing Lang now, he can only endure it silently.

Oh, it's just a scolding, it's no big deal. People won't lose any meat if they are scolded.

But he still has to support his wife and children at home. There are also mortgages, car loans and so on, which are all pressures on a man around 40 years old.

They are different from young people. They have the heavy pressure of family. They have neither the right nor the qualifications to be willful.

For example, now the department manager has handed him a task, which requires him to complete a circle of forms before tomorrow.

I guess if nothing unexpected happens tonight, I will have to work overtime until three or four in the morning.

If you stay up late to work overtime, the next day's working hours will only be flexible by an hour and a half, which is the maximum, that is, from 9 o'clock in the morning to 10:, that's all. Then, you have to consider the hours of commuting time on the subway.

So he still has to get up at around eight o'clock tomorrow morning and go to work.

There is no way around it, being late requires a "donation".

If you are late for one minute, you will have to donate 1. In addition to this, there are many other things that require donations, so you need to pay more attention to them in your daily life.

For example, if you go to the toilet for more than 15 minutes, it will trigger a donation.

If you stay at the water dispenser for more than 5 minutes, you will also donate.

Oh, it’s called a voluntary donation, but to put it bluntly, it’s just a deduction from salary.

This is a very normal and common situation. There is nothing much to say. After all, when you go out to work, how can you not have your salary deducted?
So, if he doesn't pay more attention on weekdays, his salary is only 15k. If it is deducted every day for some trivial things, how much will he get in the end?

So naturally you have to be more careful and try your best to avoid having your salary deducted.

Xing Lang ate his dinner today while working, gradually forgetting the time.

He was still working until he finished eating, with a frown on his face, and didn't notice at all that an acquaintance of his had entered the convenience store.

That was another colleague who sat near him at the workstation, Lao Lin. He was also one of the few colleagues with whom he had a good relationship. On weekdays, they would go to the smoking area together to smoke, and on weekends they would go out for dinner and drinks together.

After get off work, we often go for a foot massage together, and we have a very good relationship.

"Lao Lin? Didn't you say you wanted to eat pig's trotter rice and not these things?" Xing Lang asked with some surprise.

Lao Lin said, "Just now someone came to the company and said he was looking for you, but you were not there, so I brought him here. Look, it's him."

Someone came to the company to look for you?

Xing Lang was stunned. This was something he had never thought of.

I don’t know who is looking for me.

So he looked to the side, and sure enough, there was someone following Lao Lin, who was looking at him with a smile.

The man was very young, younger than himself anyway, and looked to be in his twenties or thirties. There were no signs on his body that showed he had been through the ravages of life, so he did not look the disheveled look that only working people would.

And the clothes he was wearing, with Xing Lang's sharp eyes, naturally saw at a glance that they were very expensive, extremely expensive, all of them were internationally famous brands. And he was wearing a watch on his hand. If there was nothing wrong with his eyes, and if he was not mistaken, this watch looked like a Patek Philippe Nautilus! Worth a million!
This made Xing Lang a little unsure, because he had never seen this man before.

But the problem was, he actually felt vaguely that this person looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but when he really searched his memory, he found that he had never met this person before.

It's very strange.

(End of this chapter)