It's not easy to be human, and everyone is trying to survive in the cracks. You are not like a farmer who owns land, they don't do anything, at least they can farm. People in big cities don't have land, they can't farm, they don't know anything, so what kind of skills do they have? If you can't find a job, if you can't find a place to sell yourself, you may not even be able to support yourself.

Of course, every year there are new industries. The emerging industry is the green grass in the spring breeze. It gives a glimmer of hope to the army of job-seekers who have lost their dogs, but who knows how long this industry will last?

Today's butterflies are at some kind of awkward professional age. She also knows that she doesn't like the feeling of being dictated and manipulated, so she doesn't like the 9-to-6 work routine.

Squeezing the subway, sitting in the office, enduring the drive of the boss, etc., Butterfly knew that she could no longer adapt. Adaptability is divided into ages, and the younger you are, the more adaptable you are, and the more receptive you are to new things.

In contrast, she likes to face the cold and silent computer alone, and face the silent struggle of hundreds of millions of people behind the dead silence.

The scene was bloody, and every big fall was a massacre, but it was so peaceful. Sometimes she looks at the market scrolling on the computer alone, and she can feel that earth-shaking changes are taking place outside. Thrilling.

It's a thrilling game.

It's the same with writing novels on the Internet, sending them out every day, and then you will find that there are many people who will click to read, although you can't see them, and you don't know who is reading them, but you know that they exist, *, and really answer the poem: The ends of the world are like neighbors. This silent exchange also feels funny. Although the click-through rate is not high, there are regular readers who will come to read your novel every day, even for the sake of one person, and Butterfly feels the need to do everything for herself.

These two jobs, which don't seem to be serious work, have rekindled the butterfly's passion for life. Let the butterfly feel like it has been reborn in some way.

After experiencing various career grinding, Butterfly realized that she actually belonged to this type of work. In other words, this kind of work saves people like butterflies.

The main thing is that doing all this is no longer for others, but for yourself.

What's more, there is a kind of job that allows you to find gold, without looking at people's faces, without commuting to and from work, without having to sit on duty, it seems to be very easy, but the key question is, do you have the ability to do this?

Butterfly set up a miniature private company for herself, and she is the owner and handyman of this company.

Every day, after Zhuang Yousheng and Zhi Kite leave home, her company starts to open. She sent them away with a smile, quickly cleaned up the room, did all the housework in a lightning flash, then made a strong cup of coffee and committed herself to sitting down at the clean table. Turn on your laptop, scan through the news, and see what untold things happened in this chaotic world one night? As a complete homebody, the Internet is the only way you can connect with the outside world. Through the Internet, you can return to this world, to human society, to the civilized world. Just like Bei Ye, he walked through the desolate jungle and found himself on the edge of a highway that led to the city.

At this time, she needs to adjust her mind, calm herself down quickly, and sink into the working state.

As a freelancer, the key is self-discipline. Without self-discipline, everything is a mirage. Because of self-discipline, butterflies find themselves having a healthy rhythm of life. Along with it, you will find that your mindset is also gradually adjusting. In short, everything tends to be good.

The company's venue is this dining table against the dining room window, a mahogany dining table covered with glass. In order to make it easier to drink tea, she simply moved all the tea sets on the coffee table in the living room and put them on the other side of the table.

She did prefer the dining room close to the garden to the rooms upstairs.

Outside the window, you can see the garden at an unobstructed glance, and every season, a variety of floral scents waft into the window. Butterflies prefer rainy days as opposed to sunny days. The sparse sound of rain and the wet trails make people feel more peaceful. When she was tired, she would lean against the lattice and look out, feeling as if she still had a girl's heart. Still in silent reverie, but, what will be thinking now?

This is her desk, she doesn't have her own study, her room is with Zhi Kite, because she has to take care of him conveniently, in addition, she doesn't want Zhuang Yousheng to open a study for her alone, and the main reason is that she doesn't want to make a big fuss.

The business he did was a joke compared to Zhuang Yousheng.

Zhuang Yousheng is a rich man, with social status, wealth, and a bright professional identity, he can't understand that butterflies are busy with some things that don't make money every day. If the butterfly said that it was for the ideal, Zhuang Yousheng's completely unreasonable expression made the butterfly embarrassed. He didn't want to discourage the butterflies' confidence, so he didn't interfere.

He is not against butterfly work, he also thinks that the kite is too big, if you stay at home and are really bored, it is okay to go out to work and relax, and he does not mean to force the butterfly to be at home, but to work well and do a serious job.

He has been trying to find a stable and tiring job for Butterfly, but every time he mentions the flickering look of the butterfly, there seems to be something unspeakable, and he vaguely feels that Butterfly doesn't want to go out to work. If you don't work, you don't work, you stay at home. In his eyes, it doesn't matter if the butterfly worker doesn't work or not, as long as he doesn't make a fuss about himself.

Although he is very good to butterflies in all aspects, a man is a man after all, a man who is particularly accomplished, and he will see things from a completely different angle and height. He has never cared about the stock market, and the paradoxical identity of the shareholder is too vulgar, and the butterfly is very ashamed to say it.

He's on top, and Butterfly has been reduced to a mass stockholder and an online code worker. It is very improper, and the contrast is very great.

You can't talk to a man like him about stocks, let alone an online writer. In these years, writing a few words on the Internet is called a writer. In the past, a writer was a very sacred title, and if you raised the identity of a writer, everyone would look at you with admiration. It seems that if I can say a few words to you, I can get a little bit of literary tone. At the moment, the concept of being a writer is very bad. If you say that you are an online writer, people may not look at you with a strange look, aren't you just an unemployed otaku? Bluff whom?