Wukesong 5G mobile phone factory

  Zhen Ming sat bitterly on the edge of the bed, peeling an orange as usual, while the patient's head on the bed was already covered with a white cloth.

  "We agreed that I would take you shopping for clothes today, but you just left without a word. You don't want to go yourself, so don't say I didn't offer to buy any for you."

  "Today's oranges are sweeter than yesterday's, I've even peeled them for you, eat them yourself. You're such a big person now, can't even be bothered to do things properly, you're so carefree, what's wrong with that?"

  "You said you'd bring a girlfriend for me to see, now that you're gone, where can I find you..."

  "You're still daydreaming, can you be even more unreliable?"

  "Just move on and find a girlfriend to settle down with, stop thinking about that female celebrity from before. She's already married to a rich guy, even if they're divorced, she's not the same person anymore. There are many good women in this world, why get hung up on just one? Don't keep bothering me with your troubles, I'm having a good dream here and you're ruining it for me."

  "I know you've been wanting me to find a girlfriend to introduce to you, but I'm sorry, who made me penniless and useless? I also can't just find someone to appease you, so let's just go with the flow."

  "I can take care of myself, don't worry about me, just focus on yourself. I'm like you, with not too many desires, so I won't go down the wrong path. You used to tell me that life and death are a natural cycle, birth is nothing to be happy about, and death is nothing to grieve over. I know what you mean. Don't worry, I'll see you off with a smile, it's been worth these years of playing this role together."

  The head nurse and several nurses who were familiar with Zhen Mingshu stood at the door of the ward, listening to the intermittent murmurs coming from inside. After nearly an hour, Zhen Mingshu finally came out, looking no different from usual, greeting the nurses at the door as he normally would.

  "Sister, would you mind sending my uncle out? I'll go buy him some decent clothes."

  ……

  He saw his uncle off and gradually got back on track with his bitter life.

  Every day, factory, bus, dormitory, two points in a line. In the past, for convenience, he also quit his uncle's house and moved directly into the factory dormitory.

  He no longer worked as a casual laborer and had plenty of time. He picked up his books again, striving to become an electronic design engineer in the factory.

  The factory he is in produces shanzhai mobile phones. Recently, it has been recruiting product designers. As long as they pass the internal examination of the factory, workers with more than three years of experience on the production line are eligible to participate in the company's design training.

  He has been devoted to studying professional skills books and rarely goes on blind dates. After so many failed experiences, he doesn't have high expectations for getting married. What's meant to be will happen naturally, and forcing it won't work. Moreover, since his uncle just passed away not long ago, he thinks this matter can wait.

  Today is the day of the factory exam, Zhenming got up early and had breakfast, then came to the examination site.

  The invigilator was their workshop director Li He, a boss's younger brother who relied on his power to bully others, with no real talent or learning, but liked to act like a big shot, lecturing people with grand principles every day, never putting down the whip made from a broken tire cut into strips and tied together, and after eating his fill, he would patrol back and forth on the production line, and whenever he saw someone slacking off, he would lash out at their buttocks.

  Especially fond of bullying female employees, all female employees in the factory dislike him, and secretly call him a human whip.

  People whip employees are well-known things, almost everyone in the factory has been whipped by him, except for one person, that is Zhen Mingshu.

  No one had ever seen him flog a subordinate in front of so many employees before, and no one knew why.

  Although Zhenming's face has a scar, at first glance, it may seem a bit scary, but after getting to know him, everyone knows he is an exceptionally good-tempered person. Having worked in the factory for almost five years, no one has ever seen him lose his temper with anyone else. Even when he suffers a loss, he still sports a smiling face, as if he were someone who never worries and doesn't know what it's like to be anxious.

  Everyone who knows Zhen Mingshu asks him why he dares not whip him, and Zhen Mingshu just smiles: "With my skills, no one can whip me."

  Fellow workers saw Zhen Ming's bitter expression and all greeted him, but the invigilator just gave him a disdainful glance and snorted.

  Zhenming bitterly said hello to several fellow workers he had worked with for a few years and sat down in a position.

  The exam paper came down, Zhenming roughly looked at it and found that none of the questions on the paper were related to product design.

  "Is it possible for a knockoff phone's lifeline to be low price, strong function and good quality at the same time, or is it a case of having to choose between fish and bear's paw?"

  "Of the following features of a shanzhai mobile phone, which one do you think is the most promising: extremely large storage capacity, extremely large screen, strong battery life, multiple card slots and standby capabilities, e-book functionality, video functionality, camera and recording functionality, solar charging functionality, kinetic energy charging, intelligent system."

  "Discussing the connection between Shanzhai mobile phones and flashlights, lighters, hair dryers, and car models."

  "If you were allowed to design a knockoff mobile phone, what would it look like?"

  Zhen Ming was bitter for the first time doing such a strange test paper, but he answered very seriously, answering a full page of test papers and handing them in.

  The next day at work, the factory director Jin Dafa called him into his office.

  Jin Dafu was a nearly three-hundred-pound fat man, even the office chairs were custom-made for him, and this model couldn't be found in shopping malls all over China.

  Like his name, he likes things that shine brightly, especially gold. He says gold represents nobility and the style of royalty. So, apart from wearing a thick gold chain around his neck and a shiny Rolex on his wrist, according to some insiders, he even likes to choose golden-colored suits.

  Fat boy shorts, Hawaiian shirts with white socks and leather loafers, the style is absolutely unique in this high-tech industrial park.

  Jin Dafu is both the factory director and the founder of the Jinfeng mobile phone brand. He was one of the few people who started making shanzhai mobile phones early on. His assets have been estimated by Fortune magazine, with a conservative estimate of at least over 10 billion.

  When the factory was recruiting, Jin Dafu was the last interviewer. After Zhen Mingji came in, he only asked one question: "Others say I'm a nouveau riche, do you think I look like one?"

  "Like, no one is more like you." Jin Dafahaha laughed loudly and accepted Zhen Mingsu on the spot, offering him a starting salary of 2,500.

  It wasn't until later that I realized Jin Dafu's catchphrase was "I'm a nouveau riche, haven't seen one before, have you?"

  For Zhen Mingku, Jin Dafu was his benefactor. When he needed money to pay for his uncle's medical expenses, he asked Jin Dafu to advance 20,000 yuan in wages. Jin Dafu didn't say a word, took out 40,000 from his bag, slapped it on the table and said: "I, Jin Dafu, hate people who forget kindness and betray righteousness. Since you have received my kindness, you must work hard for me and I won't treat you unfairly!"

  Zhen Mingsu had been working in the factory for five years, and Jin Dafu had never mentioned a raise to him, nor had he ever given him one. When Zhen Mingsu walked into the office of the factory director, Jin Dafu was holding a cigar in his mouth, looking at Zhen Mingsu's test paper. Hearing Zhen Mingsu come in, he didn't even lift his head, pointing to the chair beside him with his hand, indicating for him to sit down.