Boss, your mother is black again

Chapter 606 Life Like the Peak of Life
At eight o'clock in the morning, Ye Lin habitually sat in a club-like coffee shop on the highest floor of the downtown building, the window-most seat.

I ordered a cup of the most expensive coffee and drank it elegantly while overlooking the outside world through the clean glass window.

Every day, countless people flood into this city with so-called dreams.

Every day, countless people leave this city with their hearts broken by reality.

Those who worked hard in the city at that time were still people who had hope for the city.

They may think that as long as they work hard enough, they can be accepted by the city.

I will also constantly fantasize that I can buy a house in this city, get married and have children, and have a real home.

They all live and the future is full of hope and future.

There are people coming and going downstairs, and all living beings are different.

There are young white-collar workers, wearing well-matched fashions, squeezed out from the noisy crowd in the subway station, and will subconsciously look at the luxury bags that they have spent months of wages to buy.

There are also young people dressed more formally, with nervous and uneasy faces, as if preparing to participate in a new round of job interviews.

Conquering the interviewers is their main task today.

There is also the little assistant who trots to Starbucks to buy coffee for the boss.

If it is not for the boss to buy, they generally will not enter this coffee shop that is somewhat expensive for ordinary people.

Occasionally, very occasionally, when they buy coffee for their boss, they buy a cup for themselves to try something new.

Then I will curse because I am not used to the taste, but I am reluctant to throw it away, so I can only bite the bullet and drink it all, vowing never to drink this kind of foreign stuff again.

But I still can't help but take pictures and send them to Moments, accompanied by a positive text, to prove how petty I live.

The luxury stores in the city center are empty most of the time.

The clerk looked as if the world owed her two hundred catties of black beans.

Really rich people seldom come to such a place. Occasionally, a few people pretending to be petty bourgeoisie will come in, and before the clerk's eyes shine, he opens the door and walks away.

Ordinary migrant workers basically would not go to such a place, and the price on the product label seemed to silently remind them how poor they were.

The strange eyes of the clerk will make them feel uncomfortable, and the low self-esteem that was originally suppressed will emerge uncontrollably at this time.
Once upon a time, Ye Lin was also one of these ordinary people.

Worrying about life almost every day, doing a job that requires overtime every day, but receiving the meager wages.

I have to be squeezed and enslaved by my boss, as if I don't have my own dignity.

After paying the rent, water and electricity, and buying the necessities of life, the remaining wages are pitiful.

She has been in a big city for many years, but she doesn't have any sense of belonging. She wants to integrate into the city, but the city doesn't want to accept her.

Ye Lin always felt that there was a saying that was right.

Tired?Just be tired, comfort and enjoyment only belong to the rich.

Although there will be a lot of chicken soup jokes on the Internet, people are encouraged to live positively and optimistically.

But Ye Lin knew very well that it was just a self-consolation written by some people at the bottom of society like her.

Who doesn't want a better life?
Who doesn't want to climb to higher ground?
Who doesn't want to be a master?

It's just that those people like to pretend, they won't write their ambitions directly on their faces like Ye Lin.

(End of this chapter)