Chapter 8 Part Two Chapter Four

Chapter Four I now believe that some men, for example, me, have no other way out but to work for the company because they are too smart; and some women, because they are too beautiful, for example, F, have no way out but to marry someone in the company .Having reached this Thomas Hardy conclusion, I told my trainer that I would like to work in the writing department.Before I made this decision, I had nightmares, cold sweats, unexplained redness, forgetfulness, and inability to control my temper, but after I made the decision, everything was fine.Believe it or not, the first time I went to the No. 8 Creative Group, I walked in the dark corridor, and suddenly felt very familiar here; I also felt very tired, and I couldn't help but relax.This feeling is like coming home.

Every time I come to the door of the company and hand over my work card to the security guard in the reception room, he will hand me a black vest with the letter D in red thread on it.This reminds me that I am still a "placed person", which is different from the company's officials and people who work in the company.The officials are well-dressed in assorted suits and ties, and the security guards are even more well-dressed, wearing gold uniforms like musicians in a military band.The female security guards wear uniform skirts, some of them don't know how to wear them, and they wear the front slit to the side of the body. This can be regarded as a special scenery in the company.

I created the collective in the eighth, which is a large white house, like a large workshop, with glass on the sunny side, so the sun is shining brightly inside.Maybe it was too bright, so everyone wore brown glasses.On the second day of work, I also went to buy a brown mirror.This house is divided into a labyrinth with screens, and we are also part of the labyrinth.Above this maze, there are several cameras on the ceiling, like machine guns mounted on a helicopter, constantly shooting at us.Based on its rotation speed and angle, I calculated that if it fired a bullet, it could kill everyone every fifteen minutes.At first, every time it turned to me, I smiled and waved.Later, I felt pain in my face and tired of moving my hands, so I couldn't persist.

Group G has seven people, including two female colleagues.Our group produces short novelettes, which are about 30,000 words long, and each article is divided into four sections.First, the lyrical section, about 7,000 words, introduces the hero and heroine from the description of the scenery, and this section often begins with the idiom "Rising Sun"; There are several formulas that can be borrowed, and "meeting by chance, beginning love" is just one of them, and it is also about 7,000 words; A thousand words; the last part is the passion section, which has a sharp turning point.In the beginning, the love breaks down, the family disintegrates, and the protagonist dies.Then, a turning point happened, the protagonist came back from the dead, and reunited after a broken mirror, which is seven or eight thousand words.One article per month, published in large literary and art publications.When it comes to National Day and the anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China, if we want to present gifts, we must add a second lyrical paragraph and a second sensational paragraph to the novel, just like double burger, double cheese burger, and stretch to 50,000 words.Whenever the superiors said that literature and art should be popularized and aimed at workers, peasants and soldiers, they removed the speculative section.By the way, this kind of thing is most to my liking.Because as a former philosopher's license holder, I am responsible for one-half of the speculative section, one-sixth of the lyrical section, and one-twelfth of the sensational section. Take two aspirin first to avoid chills.As long as I don't write speculative paragraphs, I'm basically fine.After working for a week, I feel better than I imagined.As Lao Mei said, "A job is a job".I have no reason to say it's any worse than being a proctologist.What I am doing now is called being a "writer".

When I was sitting at my desk writing a piece of speculative text, I often felt a burst of cold and heat, so I couldn't help writing a piece of acrimonious text on the manuscript paper. Do your best to be sarcastic.This situation is similar to feeling sexual desire attack at home-simply put, I can't sit still.In a place where I hate, it's not my style to put on a straight face and act like nothing's wrong.This paragraph of text was in the hands of the reviewer, who crossed out all of them with red ink, and typed back for me to rewrite.He also said: It's really naughty-it's a pity that you won't be naughty for long.I don't know how to interpret this.Perhaps it should be understood as a threat.The reviewer was a man in his forties with gray hair and a face like orange peel.Everyone of us here has been known to make mistakes in our thinking, so I don't believe what he can do to me, despite his eloquent words.The reviewer said: I don’t want to do anything to you either—you will be honest by then.This has been said to me since I was born.And until now, I haven't seen the real chapter.

One thing I've never been able to figure out is what makes these people sit here and write something so uninteresting, sipping water all the time.I drink the strongest tea I can to avoid dozing off.But no matter how hard it is, it's just one day a week.As I said, there are seven people in Group G, all in the same office.Except for reviewers sitting at the door, other people's desks are placed in a row by the window.Sitting next to me were two ladies, both wearing brown suits and tea-colored glasses. One was sitting with his back to me, about forty years old.The other sat facing me and was in his thirties.I said that I had never seen Zhenzhang since I was born, and the thirty-year-old said: You will definitely see Zhenzhang here, just wait—and the forty-something moved his body on the chair, Say: Hate!Do not say this.Then she recited a provocative passage aloud, apparently asking everyone to listen to it, but in fact no one listened.For some reason, everyone in this room blushed a little, probably because this text is really not very good.

Everyone in this house has a problem with being neither awkward nor awkward, except me.All the people don't call each other's names, but use "Hello", "Hey", "Hi" instead.I think that because of working in this kind of place, everyone feels that being called by name is an insult to their ancestors.So I suggest code names, calling the older lady "F1" and the younger one "F2".The two women immediately agreed.Among men, the reviewer is ranked M1, and the rest are ranked sequentially, and I am M5.As long as we don’t spend time between work, we all have to write manuscripts with our chests up and our heads down, like a dead body hanging in mid-air with a broken neck.If things go on like this, we will all be like some crutches.In my opinion, this is because there is a rotating camera installed on the ceiling of the office, and it is not idle, it is always rotating.

2 I told F that it feels okay to work in the company.She said: "Things don't seem to be going so well.She heard that the company has a special management system for us people, which can manage everyone well.I also heard about this, and on the first day of the eighth creative collective, I signed a contract, which stipulated that I must obey all the rules and regulations of the company.Regarding this point, I don't think it is particularly terrible, because as a person who is resettled, I must obey all the placement systems of the company; as a citizen, I must obey all the systems of the country; , I still have to obey all the systems in the world, so it doesn't matter if there are a few more.The worst they could do was make me do the last thing I wanted to do.I'm already doing it and feel like nothing. F pointed out that what I said is a paradox in psychology. As a human being, I only know what I most want to do, and it is impossible to know what I least want to do.In principle, I admit that she is right.But now I don't know what I want to do most, and since that's the case, there is nothing I don't want to do.I think that I have lost my mind as a human being and that the principles of psychology are invalidated.

We have a bed in our office with a curtain drawn around it.The bed was a cot on wheels with curtains, like a YMCA boarding house.I think it was for lunch breaks, I fell asleep on it one afternoon when I came back early from the cafeteria - I was woken up by M1 who said: Get up, get up!You are so positive, lie down now!When I sat up, I saw that everyone was blushing, as if they couldn't hold back their laughter. M3 jumped at me and pulled me off the bed.By the way, everyone's attitude towards this bed is very suspicious.Some people keep closing the curtain, as if it is good to cover it; others keep opening the curtain, as if it is not good to cover it.This thing is pure eccentricity.But I think it's self-defeating if you don't blame yourself.Now that I've become a writer, I've already given up everything.

There's a good analogy for me becoming a writer: a straight man has sex with a gay man.That's because all I did before I was placed was write a book, and that book won an award, and it was going to be the last human thing I could do in my life.Being a writer under such circumstances is tantamount to being castrated.One day at work, I saw a copy of "My Uncle" placed on the desk of the security guard on our floor, and I felt like I was kicked in the heart.The desk for the security guards is placed on the stairs. They wear gold uniforms, often sit behind the desk, and occasionally get up to walk around the room.One day they came to our house and talked to M1 at the door: Is there a newcomer in your house?Yes.He won't make trouble, will he? M1 slightly raised his voice and said: Who dares to make trouble with you?Who dares?At this time, his face was swollen like a pig's liver.The security guard put his hand on M1's shoulder and said: You are not calm... old comrade, don't do this.And M1 calmed down and said: Every time a newcomer comes back, I am like this.Having said that, the two of them turned their heads towards me together.I sat there, staring at them intently.At that time, I felt that I was not afraid of anything.

Speaking of security guards, it must be added that there are women among them, and there are quite a few of them; this is only the case in department stores where body searches are required.In our place, they especially like to string together rooms.On our floor there is a broad-faced little girl with cute freckles, who speaks with an accent from Tangshan, Hebei, who always loves to run to our room, and calls F1 and F2 the eldest sister.The two elder sisters chatted with her like this: Are you on duty?She replied: Yes, it is worth until the end of the month.Hearing such an answer, veins popped on F2's forehead, and he lowered his head.Later, she sat down across from me, chatted up with me, and said: Brother, I heard that you can write a book——I also want to write a book, can you teach me?I'm too lazy to answer questions like this, but I can't ignore them; so I said: What do you want to write?She said: I have so much to write about.At this moment, I heard someone coughing violently. I looked up and saw F2 gesticulating towards the door as if he was about to have a stroke.Seeing this gesture, I stood up and said: I'm going to the toilet-of course she can't follow me.When I came back, the girl was gone. F2 said: M5, you are good.I said: Can you tell me what's going on?She said: No.I can't say it.You'll find out by next week. I found that among the colleagues in Group G, only the reviewer looks like a real "placed person", in other words, only he looks like he will make thinking mistakes.It's because I've heard of him.As we all know, in our society, there are very few people who make mistakes, and I am one of them.So I think that even if I don't know someone like this, I should have heard of it.I have never heard of anyone else in the group. F2 is also a bit of a placement because she's not smart, but she's pretty and has the potential to make liberal mistakes.Others are neither bright nor beautiful, and less likely to make mistakes.I asked the reviewer, and he told me that most people here come in through the back door.This surprised me and said: I will be careful when I speak in the future.But he shook his head and said: No need.No matter how you got in, it's the same in the end.He also said, it’s fine for you to work as a small worker outside, so why come in?I asked him the same question.So he sighed and said: It is meaningless to say such things now. As for coming in through the back door, I understand it this way: If only people who have made mistakes in thinking can enter the company as creators, then there will be some people whose writings are clearly not mistakes, but they treat guests and give gifts as a relationship, and insist on being reported. , in order to come here-this is the opposite of what I did when I was not assigned. At that time, I always asked my junior sister to erase my wrong records, which made her go to jail-this is understandable, because the treatment here It's generous and only works one day a week. Tangshan girls come to visit on the 24th, but there is no 31st that month.Regarding the 30th, I know that I will receive my salary on that day, and I also know that the resettled personnel will have a holiday that afternoon, all of which I know from the manual issued by the company.I didn’t know anything about other things on the 29th. On the morning of the 30th, I was called away at the door, and I was called to the training department to listen to the irrelevant training all morning.As a person who often makes mistakes and always listens to training, as soon as I see the trainer smiling and talking slowly, I suspect that he is trying to trick me into confessing something, so I have been waiting for him to turn to the topic: "Okay, Now let's talk about your problem."After that, he may turn his face and scold me loudly; but during this time, I should hold back quietly and wait for him to remind me.But I waited all morning and he didn't get right to the point, which is to say, he spent the whole morning raving about how badly I was wrong and how nice they were to me now.At noon, he asked me to have a treat in the small restaurant, and I waited for him to continue talking nonsense in the afternoon.But when he was eating, he looked at his watch and said: You go back to the group; I won't even let me finish the meal.It's just that when I left, he said behind me: What happened at noon today is very good for you, I hope you will remain humble, cautious, and cooperative.I thought in hindsight that he wasn't totally bullshitting all morning, it's just that when you didn't live the incident, you had no idea what he was talking about. 3 Assuming you haven't personally experienced that incident, if I tell you the trainer, you won't be able to guess what I'm going to do.So read the present passage as a riddle to see if you're smarter than me.The trainer said: Intellectuals are the precious wealth of the party and the country, and there is a long way to go.We need to reshape our minds, but it will be a painful process.If you are unfortunate enough to be an intellectual, you must have heard this a thousand times, but you don't understand it.It's not your fault because the person who said it didn't mean anything.It meant something when it was repeated for the thousand and first time, but this time you missed it.So do I. I went back to the group, there was no sound in that building, and there was no one in the corridor.It made me think everyone was off work.But I still have to go back to the group, because I get paid that day.I think even if they left, they would leave a note on my desk telling me about my salary.But when I opened the door of Group G, I found that everyone was sitting upright in their seats, like a surprise party.Then I was overwhelmed by this solemn atmosphere, and quietly slipped back to my seat. Now I think it's not a bad analogy to compare what happened at noon that day to a surprise party.On that day, there was a secret in the eighth creative collective, but it was a secret only to me.When I sat in my seat, it was very quiet, but sometimes I heard some strange noises, and then some people crept away, and if I heard correctly, the noises were getting closer.I also saw everyone blushing, and although I didn't look in the mirror, I knew I was blushing too.I still don't know anything about what's going to happen, but I don't feel the need to ask, just wait. After entering the company as a creator, I have been taught many times, but as usual, I go in the left ear and out the right ear.As I sat and waited, I tried to recall these lessons again.All I can think of are these two sentences: one is that the company pays to support us people, and it pays to buy stability.That is to say, as long as we are not here, we will be a factor that is not conducive to social stability.I don't see how working just one day a week like this is going to fix us up.Another sentence is: in the creative collective, they will continue to help and educate us.If those teachings were to help and educate, I believe they would not be able to settle me down.So I have guessed the correct answer, this surprise party is a help education.Although this guess is correct, it is too general. Finally someone walked into our cubicle. There were two security guards, a tall man, and the Tangshan girl.I noticed that the man was holding a stack of large envelopes; the woman was holding a large jar filled with a transparent liquid and a large bag of cotton, with two pointers under her armpit.The man lowered his head to search in the envelope, took out one and handed it to M1.He tore it open, left his seat, and distributed the pieces of paper to everyone one by one.I also got my copy, two pieces of paper clipped, one was a salary check, and compared with the amount signed in the contract, there was nothing more than one cent, and one cent was less.The other is a typewritten piece of paper with my name, ID card number, and a simple number: 8 on it.Then I looked up and saw the Tangshan girl sitting on the desk in M1 with the lid of the jar open.She took the two pointers in one hand, wiped them with wet cotton in the other hand, and said with wide eyes: "Who will be helped first?"Before she could answer, she walked to the bed, pulled the curtain, got inside and said: According to the old rules, women should come first and then men.We sat quietly for a while, and heard the Tangshan girl say: Hurry up!There are others behind you!Besides, go home early when it's over!So F1 stood up, turned his back to me, took off his uniform skirt, revealing the seersucker underwear, wide buttocks, and two thick legs, opened the curtain and got in.At this time F2 stood up, took off his coat, tied the hem of his shirt together, and took off his skirt.Her legs are very long and straight, and she is wearing silk underwear with silk flowers on the side of the trouser belt. At this time, she said to herself: Yes, yes, go home early; at the same time, her face is flushed and her veins are also It exploded.I did hear that voice, but I still can't believe it's real.Then the curtain was drawn back, and the two ladies got out, dressed and left.The Tangshan girl also left. Before she left, she smiled and said to everyone: Anyone who wants my help can come here.I think that was spoken to me.Then we were the only ones left in the room—the Ms.Everyone sits still.Finally M1 stood up and said to himself, "Old comrades, take the lead." He walked to the edge of the bed, took off his pants and lay down on the bed, handed the piece of paper to the security guard, and said, I am 5, and I couldn't type clearly.At this point I still don't believe it.I didn't believe it until the cane (that thing I thought was the pointer) whizzed down his ass. Now let me recount this incident, I think F1 and F2 are more beautiful in this matter, especially F2, when it comes out from the curtain, its eyes are like autumn water, and its face is like peach blossom; M1 is the most ugly, he put the white cloth The panties came down to his knees, revealing his half-erect penis - something dark like an axle, and then hummed again.Then proceed sequentially, from M2 to M3, to M4, until M5.I don't remember the slightest bit how I got into that bed, but my ass is now cold, as if the rubbing alcohol hadn't evaporated completely.There are also eight kinds of pain, each path is clear.I'm wandering the streets, it's getting late.I should live, but the resolution is hard to make.But if I make up my mind, then I, as an intellectual, can be regarded as reformed.Everything is difficult at the beginning, the first time is ashamed and painful, but then maybe you will like it - as long as it is not in front of strangers.I should go home, but the resolution is hard to make.It would be fine if there is no F at home.But if I make up my mind, I, as a man, can be regarded as transformed.The security guard with the whip comforted me lightly and said: Don't be nervous, it's just two slaps, nothing.If it's really nothing, why bother. My story is coming to an end.Of course you know now that I went home that night anyway.I live with F now and she is fully aware of it and understands that, in her words, you have no choice but to live like this.I am more or less adapted to this kind of life now, and I am familiar with the people around me.If there are no newcomers, the monthly level is not too sad.It's like a wound that has healed and if nothing new falls in, it won't hurt anymore.It hurts most of us who actually make mistakes, and those who come in through the back door feel nothing but a little shame.One more thing I know is that I don't have the energy and I don't want to make any more thought mistakes. Now I always choose the little girl from Tangshan to "help" me. This thing is somewhat flirtatious, but she asks for some tips, because she is only supposed to "help" women, so this is extra work.She is very enthusiastic about it. In addition to making money, she also finds it a kind of enjoyment to beat men.At this time, while she was applying alcohol, she wanted to chat a few words-"This month is 6, do you know why?" "It's because I was joking in the office." "Stop joking in the future, madam How sad." "Could it be easier? I'm driving home and I can't take it sitting on the wound, please." "I can't take it lightly. I can't take responsibility. I'll spank the top of your ass , does not affect your driving. Don’t forget to teach me how to write a book—it’s starting.” As I said before, when I wrote "My Uncle," I was a historian.At that time, I thought that the identity of the historian was a talisman.Now I know that nothing in this world is my talisman.If you're young and you think you're a genius, you must think this is scary.But after going through it all, my conclusion is that when everything "starts", there is nothing terrible in this world anymore.I'm just a little scared of dying right now.Don't be afraid after you die. I'm back in my old life now, I got my lost name back, my license, my racing car, my credit card, my old home - this one is exactly like the old one, but not the old one, that one The time was bought by others, so I had to buy another one that was exactly the same.And I started gaining weight again.I can even write books like I used to, books like "My Uncle", and even more explicit books, as long as they don't get published.But I don't want to write books like this at all, I don't even want to write any books at all-in fact, I am in this situation because I want to write a few books.I also have a very beautiful wife whom I love very much.But she is useless to me.I've probably "been" off.