Chapter 1
"You are a liar!"
A sharp scream sounded on the side of the road, and people passing by looked sideways.
A pretty-looking woman with a curvy figure was pointing at a frail man with a delicate appearance and a thin body, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and yelled.
"Tingting, I really didn't lie to you. Our supervisor originally promised that the commission would be transferred to me today. It hasn't arrived yet. I'll buy it for you as soon as it comes, okay?"
The man explained to the woman sincerely, but the woman didn't listen at all. She threw away the man's hand that reached out to hold her, and continued to curse sharply:
"Jiang Fan, what do you think you are capable of? You are almost thirty years old, and you promised to buy me a piece of fruit for a week, but you haven't been able to buy it for a week. How can I marry you if you break your promise like this?"
The man, or Jiang Fan in the woman's mouth, said helplessly:
"Didn't I spend all my savings to buy a wedding house? I'm tight now. When I get my commission, I will definitely buy it for you. Don't be angry, okay?"
A trace of disgust flashed in the woman's eyes, and she mocked:
"Hmph, you still have the nerve to talk about a wedding room? Whose wedding room only has more than 60 square meters? If you want me to stay in that doghouse with you for the rest of my life, let me tell you, there is no way."
Just when Jiang Fan was about to say a few words of comfort, the woman's phone rang.
She answered the phone, chatting and laughing, and her tone was completely different from when she spoke to Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman on the other end of the phone, but he seemed to have understood then that in the eyes of the woman in front of him, no matter how much effort he put in, she would not notice it, and suddenly a feeling of tiredness arose spontaneously.
The woman hung up the phone and didn't notice anything unusual about Jiang Fan's expression. In other words, she didn't care whether Jiang Fan had any emotions at all.
She squinted and said:
"I have something else to do and I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Anyway, I'm going to see a brand new Fruit 15 early tomorrow morning. Otherwise, let's break up."
After saying that, the woman no longer looked at Jiang Fan, turned around and left.
Jiang Fan looked at the woman's back as she twisted her butt and left, his hands clenched tightly, and his heart felt cold.
Ding ding ding, the ringtone rang, Jiang Fan took out his cell phone, and the word "supervisor" on the caller ID was particularly dazzling.
"Hello."
As soon as Jiang Fan answered the phone, a roaring sound like a lion came from the other side.
"Jiang Fan, what time is it? Where did you die?"
Jiang Fan quickly looked at his phone and saw that it was already 8:40, so he quickly apologized.
"I'm sorry, supervisor, I had something to do at home, so I was delayed."
"I'll give you ten minutes to appear in front of me right away, otherwise you won't get the commission this month."
The supervisor finished his sentence and hung up the phone.
Jiang Fan had no choice but to curse inwardly, "What a fool."
Then he quickly hailed a taxi and rushed to the company.
Even if he kept urging the driver to hurry up along the way, it was already 8:55 when he arrived at the company.
What greeted him was naturally the disgusting supervisor who cursed loudly and then directly deducted all of Jiang Fan's commission for this month.
"Because of your bad behavior of being half an hour late, all commissions for this month will be deducted. If you do it again, not only will you not get commissions next month, but you will not get a penny of your basic salary."
The supervisor was holding a cigar in his mouth, leaning on his expensive office chair, staring at the mobile phone in his hand, and said to Jiang Fan without raising his head.
Jiang Fan was naturally not willing to accept that his hard work for a month was gone.
"Supervisor, if I am late, I will accept the penalty, but the company stipulates that the working time is nine o'clock, so I am not late at all, right? Is this going too far?"
The supervisor sneered:
"Excessive? If you are not convinced, just appeal to the higher authorities."
Jiang Fan was speechless. Who in the company didn't know that this supervisor was the brother-in-law of the director of their design department. How could he appeal to the top? Stop dreaming.
He clenched his fists again, the anger in his eyes uncontrollable.
The supervisor still didn't bother to look up at him and just scolded: "Why don't you go back to work?"
Jiang Fan looked deeply at the supervisor, turned around and left.
Returning to his work station, Jiang Fan turned on his computer and, after some hesitation, wrote a resignation report.
Colleague Xiao Liu stretched his neck and looked at Jiang Fan's computer screen and said in surprise:
"Jiang Fan, do you want to resign?"
Jiang Fan was startled by his exclamation, then nodded and said:
"Yes, I don't want to be oppressed anymore."
Xiao Liu said worriedly:
"I'm afraid the supervisor won't agree."
Jiang Fan said coldly: "Whether he agrees or not, I'm quitting anyway."
"What should I do if he deducts your commission and salary?"
"He can give it a try."
Xiao Liu was stunned and couldn't help but admire Jiang Fan's courage.
Everyone works under the pressure of that disgusting supervisor every day, but few actually dare to resign.
After all, mortgage and car loans are a sharp knife hanging over most people's heads. Once they lose their jobs, no one can withstand it.
Jiang Fan packed up his things, sent his resignation report directly to the human resources department, and left the company without looking back.
He didn't see that after he left, his colleague Xiao Liu walked into the supervisor's office.
Jiang Fan, who was in a depressed mood, wandered aimlessly on the street carrying his few personal belongings.
Looking at the tall buildings around him, the busy traffic on the streets, and the hurried people on the road, Jiang Fan felt like he was suffocating and it was hard to breathe.
This prosperous city built of steel and concrete is like a purgatory cloaked in a prosperous paradise.
If you want to survive here, you must give up your dreams and dignity, and you must abandon all self-esteem to cater to those so-called successful people.
But even so, we can only get a few crumbs from the teeth of those capitalists. We will not die of hunger, but we will not be full.
"So tired."
Jiang Fan murmured softly.
He then thought of his girlfriend Qiu Tingting, a girlfriend he dated after graduating from college. She was one year younger than him and a junior sister from the same school.
During college, Qiu Tingting was still a simple and innocent girl.
But after graduation, she didn't want to work and hung out with some so-called best friends every day.
Gradually, she also began to develop the habit of worshiping money, pestering Jiang Fan to buy her luxury goods every day to satisfy her vanity.
Although Jiang Fan was helpless, he still tried his best to satisfy her and proposed marriage. He hoped that marriage would make Qiu Tingting understand that life is not easy, so that she could be more practical and live a good life.
After Jiang Fan proposed getting married, Qiu Tingting asked him to buy a house first.
Jiang Fan also understands that a house is indeed very important to a woman.
So I exhausted my savings, and together with my father's sale of the house in his hometown, I collected 700,000 yuan, and bought a small apartment of more than 60 square meters with a mortgage.
However, Qiu Tingting thought the house was too small and still refused to get married.
This morning, I was sarcastic to her again for buying a fruit phone.
Jiang Fan sat helplessly on the grass in the green belt by the roadside, constantly questioning himself:
"Is this the life you want?"
"Do you really want to live like this for the rest of your life?"
After asking himself this question countless times, Jiang Fan punched the grass.
He yelled, "No, I don't want it."
A sanitation worker happened to be passing by and was startled by Jiang Fan's voice, and then muttered "psycho".
Looking at Jiang Fan's running figure, the sanitation worker thought to himself that he was probably another young man driven crazy by life.
