Mingzhu City.
On the hidden terrace of a small villa, a woman wrapped in a soft-colored shawl lay lounging on a sofa. She held her phone, her eyes fixed on the video playing on the screen.
The video showed a scene of noisy chaos.
Hundreds of people were gathered together, their faces all sharing the same indignant expression. The cries for unpaid wages were endless. Even though she wasn't there, the woman could still feel their fury.
For hardworking laborers, all this talk of "value" and "dedication" was unrealistic. The only comfort in their stifling lives was the salary they received each month. Money was the only thing that was real. Working day and night, endlessly competing in a rat race for performance metrics like beasts of burden—if not for the money, was it all to foster a spirit of selfless contribution?
