I didn't get a job in the industrial park, so I rode my bicycle and walked towards the compound of a research institute next to the park.

Here, as expected, there is a windfall.

In an inconspicuous corner of the compound, there is a fast-food restaurant with a few eye-catching words on the door: "Recruiting Waiters".

It's a great opportunity to get job postings! I quickly parked my bike and walked into the restaurant to apply for a job.

This time, I learned wisely and concealed my identity as a student, just stating that I was going to work part-time.

The restaurant is not large, but it looks very neat, and a few uniformed employees are working with their heads down, and the room is quiet.

"What can you do? Did you work in a restaurant? "When the boss heard about my intentions, it was obvious that he didn't believe it.

"I haven't worked in a restaurant, but I've been working in the neighborhood and I've never worked in a restaurant, but I'm confident that I can do it well." , I have a little lack of confidence in speaking.

After speaking, he glanced at the boss.

The boss was full of meat, fat and strong, and had a fierce appearance, which reminded me of the chef in the Yellow Mansion.

He frowned and looked me up and down for a long time, and finally agreed, on the premise that all my ID documents should be handed over, since I had never worked in a restaurant, the salary was uncertain first, and it would depend on the performance.

The conditions were demanding, but this was perhaps my only chance.

Halfway through the holidays, I needed this job so badly that I didn't even think about it and immediately agreed.

The owner of the restaurant took away my identification, immediately changed his face, put away his smiling expression, and asked me to immediately change into his work clothes and go to the kitchen to start working immediately.

I don't know how many workers have worn the white overalls, it should have been worn for a long time, washed I don't know how many times, although it was obviously just washed, it was still a pungent smell of oil smoke, and the sleeves of the overalls had been broken a few holes, but they were carefully sewn.

The kitchen was tidy and tidy, a cook and two helpers were washing the vegetables, picking up the vegetables, watching me come in in my work clothes, expressionless, they were quick with their hands and feet, and quickly got the dishes ready, and then went to work on other things.

This reminds me of the workers in the small workshops in the industrial park, there is no communication between them, and even everyone does not squint, does not look at each other, just works like machines, and when one process is finished, the machine immediately carries out another process, and it keeps spinning like a machine.

Standing in the kitchen, I was at a loss as to where to start.

I felt my boss sitting on a chair in the hall, staring at me viciously.

So, I hurriedly walked up to the cook, hoping for a hint, and the cook glanced at me, rolled my eyes, and without saying a word, pointed to the sink.

In the sink, there are mountains of unwashed dishes and chopsticks.

I understood and immediately went over and started cleaning. Before I could finish washing, another worker pushed in a cart of pots and dishes, piled them together, and placed them on the edge of the sink.

......

And so began the work of the restaurant.

At the end of the day's work, I had back pain, washed hundreds of dishes, and my hands were soaked in cold water for a long time, and the effects of low temperatures made me start to get red and swollen at night.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, before closing, all the restaurant workers gathered together and began to eat, eating the leftovers of the guests.

During the whole meal, everyone was silent, there was no sound at all, only the sound of each other chewing food, and I thought to myself, "Maybe everyone is too tired to speak!" ”

In the evening, at the instructions of my boss, I was taken to sleep in the dormitory of the restaurant by the cook and another worker.

The environment of the dormitory cannot be modified by words, it is dirty and messy to the extreme, and there is a world of difference compared to the cleanliness of the cafeteria.

There is no place to shower, only a common bathroom, but it has not been washed for a long time, and the yellow and black dirt on the sanitary ware has accumulated for many years.

The dormitory stinks, the quilts and cotton wool are also clumps, and the sheets are grinning, I wonder how the workers living in this environment clean up the working kitchen and the neatness of the dining room, maybe just a high-sounding appearance?

The cook and a few workers returned to the dormitory, and they didn't take off their clothes, but I couldn't sleep at all, lying on the pimple bed, and my mind was full of the boss's vicious eyes.

Finally, I just felt a little sleepy.

I was about to fall asleep in a daze, but I was woken up by the chef, and I looked at the dark night sky outside, a little dazed.

"It's time to work! Get up and go to the restaurant! After the chef finished speaking, he ignored me and hurriedly left first. I looked at my watch, it was 3 o'clock in the morning.

The dormitory is very close to the dining room, only a few hundred meters, my head is groggy, my legs seem to be filled with lead, soreness and weakness, I feel that I have walked for a long time.

When I arrived at the restaurant, it was already brightly lit, everyone was here, everyone was still the same, no communication with each other, expressionless, and busy.

.......

I thought I could endure hardships and persevere, but this kind of days have passed for nearly half a month, and I am almost about to collapse, repeating the monotonous work of high loads every day, sleeping no more than 4 hours, and my thin body is really unbearable, so I mustered up the courage to find the boss and plan to quit, and the boss told me very simply that the restaurant is very busy now, and no one can leave.

I was desperate.

In addition to washing dishes, sweeping the floor, and arranging dishes, I also had to complete the additional slightly more advanced restaurant tasks of cooking noodles, cooking dumplings, and serving plates, and what was even more uncomfortable was that I had to work with other staff members to pick out green leaves, shredded meat, and bones that can be used to make soup among the leftovers of the guests. Rinse it, fry it, and bring it back to the table of another group of guests.

The harsh working environment and the depressing living atmosphere made my body quickly become very weak, I couldn't eat, and every time I saw the leftovers of tea and tea in front of me, my stomach would churn for a long time.

Every day, through the small ventilation window at the back of the kitchen, I can see my peers running around in the sun on the green field of the institute from a distance, how envious I am, like a bird in a cage, full of yearning for freedom.

Not only that, after a long time, and the other staff of the restaurant became more familiar, someone secretly told me that anyone who was accepted by the boss with an identity certificate must honestly work according to his requirements, and those who leave without permission will be dragged back for a hard lesson in addition to not giving a penny.

Due to the lack of food, the high load of labor, and the poor living conditions, I was young and thin, and I soon fell ill.

I went to the restaurant to ask for leave, but the boss informed me that I was not allowed to take leave, and I had to insist.

I dragged my sick body to work, and there were no customers in the restaurant that day, so it was customary to sell self-occupied meals to the outside world.

The boss asked me to bring the tray of stir-fried food to the table in the hall.

I felt that my legs were fluttering, the tray was heavy and hot, and because I was not stable, I stumbled, and the tray did not come out of my hand, and was thrown on the table, spilling a lot of soup.

When the boss heard the sound, he ran over and saw a mess on the table, and scolded me viciously: "You are blind! How, huh? "I.... I didn't hold it steady. I looked at his fierce expression and panicked.

"---Smack", he shook his hand and gave me a resounding slap in the face, "You fucking work hard, slowly soaring, can't you be neat?" He scolded loudly.

It seemed that the dissatisfaction had been accumulated for a long time, and my eyes were dark, my head was buzzing, and I sat down on the floor, and the people in the kitchen heard the noise, and they all peeked at it, and they all went back to their own business, which in itself had nothing to do with them.

Feeling humiliated, I stood up with my hands on the ground, tears streaming down my face. The boss glared at me, cursed again, and went to take care of himself.

The boss scolded right, maybe it was indeed because my actions were not quick enough, and he made a lot of money!

.......

In the next few days, all my activities are under the supervision of the boss, and what is wrong must be rectified immediately, no matter how unwell I feel, whether I like it or not, I must implement it unconditionally, immediately and run.

In this high-pressure situation, I washed the dishes twice as fast as before, and the dishes were served like a rapid march, and they had to be more and more steady.

There was a hint of satisfaction in the boss's vicious gaze, as if he saw that the money-making tools he had transformed were finally qualified, and he could squeeze out the value he needed at any time.

However, although I felt that my style of doing things had improved, I still couldn't hold on to this kind of life, and I felt that if I continued to do this, I would die.

One night, I secretly got rid of the boss's eyeliner and called Ah Peng, begging him to come to the fast food restaurant of the institute to rescue me.

Ah Peng soon arrived and brought a dozen companions.

Everyone rushed to the restaurant, found me, and looked at me, who was wearing greasy overalls and skinny, his eyes were red, and he screamed that the boss came out to fight him.

The boss didn't show up, he asked people to return the identity certificate to me, and at the same time made an exception to deduct the food expenses and settle my salary.

Surrounded by Peng and his friends, I rode my broken bicycle and carried the hard-earned money from a purgatory-like life in my pocket to walk out of the research compound.

Walking on the bustling streets, breathing in the breath of hard-won freedom, I wanted to shout loudly for my release like a prisoner who had been in prison for decades and was suddenly released, but in the end, I couldn't cry out for anything, but tears rained down.

After many years, I have always been vigorous and never procrastinating.

That's because I've always remembered the resounding slap in the face that life gave me in a social university outside of my university.

Tribulations often come with growth, don't they?

Fireworks began to be set off in the community next to the scientific research institute, and the night sky was colorful and dazzling.

The Spring Festival is coming.