"Shengwu" is indeed different from most companies.

They adhere to a "family care" culture where workload is light, and from top to middle management, employees are treated like friends.

But now, I find this kindness a bit eerie.

"Is it enough to just treat you well? What if you run away?"

"You're hitting the nail on the head." Zhou Jin calmly inserted his hands into his pockets, seemingly confident in convincing me.

"Actually, it's normal for you to think this way. I've worked before too, but our boss, he used to be poor. He says now that the company has grown to this scale, he's not worried about finding people. For him, the company is mostly about helping his former self."

With Zhou Jin's words, an image of a kind-hearted philanthropist emerged in my mind.

I still didn't quite believe it, so I didn't respond, just listened to him continue.

"He doesn't like all those fake things, so we don't punch the clock, or even need to communicate with colleagues. We use codenames, like A13, B24, and so on. The workstations are all cubicles, no socializing, just do your job well."

"You haven't talked to your colleagues until now, have you?"

"Hmm, I hardly talk, it's fine too, no messy things."

Is this to avoid socializing…

Or to prevent them from communicating?

It looks good on the surface, but in practice, it's just like the trick of "not allowing discussion of wages within the company," both are capitalist tricks in my opinion.

"Don't you think something's wrong? Which company operates like this!"

I once tried to overturn Zhou Jin's one-sided trust in the company, but he insisted I was overthinking.

"Is it right just because it's the same as other companies? I think you've been PUA'd by your previous employer."

I didn't argue anymore, just patted Zhou Jin's shoulder.

The one who's been PUA'd is you.

I can no longer consider Zhou Jin an ally.

On the contrary, he's probably like Zhang Jiao, someone trapped in the abyss.

After parting with Zhou Jin, I finished the programming class for the children with a heavy heart. Before I knew it, the class was over, and parents came to pick up their children.

"Lan Lan, is it McDonald's or KFC today?"

A gentle voice suddenly thundered in my ears like a thunderclap.