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"Young man, busy at work?"

As a voice speaking in Fengyang dialect rang out, the boy was startled. He looked up and saw an old man with a dark complexion and deep wrinkles. A look of wariness flashed in his eyes.

But after looking at Old Zhu's clothes and his rough, calloused hands, his wariness subsided.

He hesitated for a moment, then took the cigarette that Old Zhu offered him.

Old Zhu took out a lighter and lit it for him.

"Thank you, sir."

The young man took a drag and sighed.

"Nothing much, just looking for a job, and it's bothering me."

"Finding a job is good."

Old Zhu followed up, his cloudy eyes revealing a hint of inquiry.

"My son...my nephew is also looking. Is it easy to find work these days? What kind of jobs are you looking for? How's the pay...the benefits?"

"Sir, please don't mention that!"

He looked around and lowered his voice.

"This is driving me crazy! Look at my resume, a bachelor's degree, not too bad, right? I send them out and they just disappear into thin air! When I finally get an interview, it's either a shell company making empty promises, or the conditions are ridiculously harsh, and the pay is pitifully low!"

"Oh? Not much money? How much is considered little?"

Old Zhu asked, seemingly casually.

"Hey, let's talk about the most common ones. Many companies offer three or four thousand during the probation period, and five or six thousand after you become a full-time employee. After deducting rent and food, you're lucky if you can save a thousand a month! And that's with the 996 work schedule."

"996?"

"It means working from 9 a.m. to 9 a.m., six days a week."

"As for paid annual leave and weekends off? Those are just empty promises on paper! Travel? Bonuses? Dream on! A company that pays wages on time without deductions is already considered a conscientious company!"

Old Zhu was deeply moved upon hearing this.

Think about the conditions you've set.

Oh shit!

That Chen kid tricked him!

But why is it that when they offered better terms, no one dared to believe them?

Old Zhu looked at the young man and continued to ask.

"Then...aren't there any better ones?"

"Yes! Of course we have it!"

The young man's eyes widened for a moment, then dimmed again.

"Those big companies offer good benefits, with annual salaries potentially reaching hundreds of thousands, and comprehensive welfare packages."

"But those are for the top talents! They either need to be from Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, or Shanghai Jiao Tong Universities, or they need to have hardcore technical skills or incredible internship experience."

"But how many people can actually pass the exam?"

"Ordinary people like us from ordinary schools can't even get past the resume screening!"

"The rest are small and medium-sized companies, either with low pay and heavy workloads, or a lot of people with connections!"

At this point, the young man took another drag.

"Speaking of which, the company I just interviewed with seemed pretty strange."

Old Zhu's eyes flashed, and he asked with a cheerful smile.

"What happened? That company inside... it didn't work out?"

"Don't even mention it, it's so weird!"

"What's going on?"

Old Zhu followed up with a look of honest confusion.

"That company inside, it's called 'Daming Technology,' and the salary they advertise... hey, it's like a pie falling from the sky!"

The boy glanced at the honest-looking Old Zhu, sighed, and continued to complain.

"Six types of insurance and two types of housing funds, paid annual leave longer than the national standard, uncapped project bonuses, and an annual company trip!"

"Sir, do you think this kind of good thing could possibly happen to someone like me, a graduate from an ordinary university with only so-so internship experience?"

Old Zhu shook his head cooperatively and smacked his lips.

"No way, it sounds too risky."

"yes!"

The boy seemed to have found a kindred spirit, and his voice rose a little.

"When I went inside, it was even more unbelievable! The interviewer, on the other hand, seemed quite professional, one of him being particularly kind and reasonable, like a university professor."

"The other one... tsk, sitting next to me like a supervisor, his eyes are so fierce, like I owe him money!"

He gets angry just thinking about that guy.

"He looks like an idiot; I don't know how his father raised him!"

"If that were his dad, he'd beat that little brat to death every day!"

Old Zhu's face darkened, but the young man didn't notice and continued talking.

"The questions they asked were weird, all about procedures and confidentiality, and even special payment processing... It doesn't sound like a legitimate tech company!"

"So... what exactly do they do?"

Old Zhu then revealed a curious yet fearful expression.

"Who knows!"

The boy shrugged.

"I just went there to apply for an accountant job. I just hope it's not some kind of illegal fundraising scheme, pyramid scheme, or worse... a front for scamming people in Southeast Asia?"

"I've heard of cases like this circulating in my classmates' group chat. The offers are advertised incredibly well, luring people there, then they confiscate their passports, leaving them helpless!"

Old Zhu listened silently, narrowed his eyes, and then continued.

"So! When looking for a job these days, I'm not afraid of low pay, I'm afraid of unreliability. Low pay is at least safe. Those jobs with ridiculously high benefits and companies that can't be found on your records are most likely scams."

The boy chuckled and complained.

"Sir, my senior was scammed. They promised a high-paying assistant position, but all he did was make phone calls and scam people. He worked there for half a month before running away in a panic, without getting a single penny of his salary. I think this 'Daming Technology' is risky."

"That interviewer... asked too many difficult questions, it didn't seem like they were hiring a regular employee."

At this point, the boy sighed again.

"However, I also understand that in the accounting profession, the truly skilled either lie in the details, or..."

"Oh~!"

Old Zhu nodded thoughtfully.

"So you think the treatment they're giving us is too good? That's why you suspect there's something wrong, right?"

Thinking of this, Old Zhu frowned again.

"But this company operates according to your rules, doesn't it?"

"Does that mean other companies don't follow the rules?"

The boy didn't say much, glanced at Old Zhu, and then sighed deeply.

Old Zhu understood, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Sure enough... there are always those who break the rules, no matter the time.

"However, that's not entirely true. Sometimes, if we really follow the rules and give people weekends off, their salary will be lower, and some people still won't be willing to accept that..."

"You know, things are like this now, there are good and bad aspects to it."

"The advantage is that I don't have to worry about not being able to buy anything on weekends like I do in other countries. I finally get a day off and want to relax, only to find that everyone else is on holiday too. And then there's the problem of not being able to find anything to eat at night, wanting to order takeout but finding no one to deliver. But the downside is..."

The young man shook his head.

"Well, it has its pros and cons."

"I see……"