"Human life is worth living, or should be worth living. This judgment is the basis of all intellectual work; it is the premise of social theory; to deny it is to deny the theory itself.

Yes.

If you do not perform any intellectual work at all in your life, your life will be meaningless.

Work and labor are topics that humans can never avoid.

But look at our current society.

A highly industrialized and technological social structure in which individual thoughts and behaviors tend to be homogeneous, and critical thinking and heterogeneity are suppressed.

Work has become alienated, and, ironically, the more wealth a worker produces, the poorer he becomes, and the greater his productivity and scope of production, the poorer he becomes.

In the past, it was a blessing to find the person who was suitable for his job; because he did not need to ask about other happiness.

Nowadays, many people feel dull and helpless in their daily work and life.

Is their job right for them?

Or, do they have a job they are proud of?

Are they proud and proud of their work?

Can their enjoyment at work lead to perfection in their work?

Can they work with love and skill with the inner expectation that they are creating a masterpiece?

Sorry,

——Most people live a peaceful and desperate life.』

"Fourteen Inscriptions on the Flesh—Work and Labor"

*************

01:40 P

Edici Federation.

5650 Dolly Avenue, Buena Park, Golden State.

The Golden State, the economic heart of the federation, has a total production of 2.67 trillion US dollars, ranking first among the federal states. The state's Los Angeles and San Francisco Bay are the second and third largest metropolitan economies in the federation.

When outsiders mention Jinzhou, this is the picture that comes to mind: On a beach, the sun is dazzling, a blond boy with tanned skin is wearing flowery pants, holding a surfboard in one hand and a beer bottle in the other.

Wearing sunglasses, he said "Hi, beauty" to the girl in bikini lying next to her sunbathing, then walked towards an open-top old Ford Mustang, stuck in traffic all the way on the highway, and bought a large bag of Golden State sweet oranges on the way.

When I drove home, my neighbor was a Vinewood star.

Of course, those who don’t like it only think of massive forest fires, home to 47% of the Commonwealth’s homeless population, and a home base for vegetarian and politically correct lunatics.

If the Golden State were personified, its haters wouldn't hesitate to say: It's a scrawny, gender-ambiguous, tattooed left-wing idiot.

It is sometimes so stupid that it is able to pass laws that go against the law, such as, "To protect Terra, the use of plastic straws is prohibited."

Here, your dog will be taken away by the police for not having proof of vaccinations, but 6 million illegal immigrants will not.

When the Federation announced that it had entered a semi-normal and semi-abnormal society, the Golden State had undoubtedly become an abnormal state.

Today's weather just fits people's impression of Jinzhou: the sun is shining brightly, the sky is blue, and a few white clouds are floating on the horizon.

The sun shines on the huge Amazon rice dumpling warehouse at 5650 Dolly Avenue in Buena Park, and the silver-gray exterior walls of the warehouse shine dazzlingly in the sun.

There is a faint smell of sea salt in the surrounding air, and occasionally a few seagulls chirp from afar.

The environment around the warehouse seems extremely busy, with trucks coming and going from time to time at the door. Loading and unloading workers are sweating profusely in the sun, busy carrying various goods.

The factory warehouse itself is a huge building with a gray-white reinforced concrete exterior wall, which looks solid and modern.

The huge Yamazong logo is hung on the exterior wall of the building, which is conspicuous and easy to identify.

There are multiple spacious unloading areas at the entrance of the factory warehouse, equipped with efficient loading and unloading equipment to facilitate the rapid handling of goods.

There is an extensive parking lot surrounding the building, which can accommodate a large number of employees and transportation vehicles.

Inside the warehouse, in the main aisle, you can easily spot the dark gray conveyor belt.

Zhizhizhi————

Zhizhizhi————

The conveyor belt is constantly running, transporting various goods from one area to another.

They meander along the long passage, as if they are the arteries of the warehouse, conveying the "vitality" of the warehouse.

On both sides of the conveyor belt, there are several rows of packaging workbenches.

Each workbench is filled with various items, some of which have just arrived, and some of which are already packed packages.

Workers are busy working at these workbenches, skillfully classifying, packaging and labeling goods.

Buzz buzz buzz——

On the packaging platform, the automatic carton sealing machine made a rhythmic buzz, and the packaged goods were arranged in an orderly manner on the conveyor belt, waiting for the next step of processing.

In the corner of the warehouse, dazzling light yellow storage baskets are stacked.

These storage baskets are neatly stacked together and look like a work of art from a distance.

The surface of the storage basket shone with a soft light, and each one was polished to be extremely smooth.

Workers move the storage baskets filled with goods onto the conveyor belt and let them move with the conveyor belt.

Behind one workbench after another are diligent Amazon rice dumpling warehouse workers.

They use their hard-working hands to move back and forth between the workbench and the shelves with ease.

They were wearing blue overalls, helmets on their heads, and sweat on their faces, but the movements in their hands never stopped.

Everyone is focused on completing their work, as if the entire warehouse is a huge machine - they are indispensable parts of this machine.

Among these busy workers, Old Jack drove a forklift through the warehouse.

Old Jack drove the forklift and drove carefully through the narrow passage. His hands held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes stared ahead, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The forklift made a low roar and moved steadily. The goods in front were neatly stacked, waiting to be moved to the designated location.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Old Jack is an elderly man, and Yamazong's 80 hours of work per week has made his eyes numb.

When he was working, there was no light or humanity in his eyes. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, his eyes had sunken bags, and he looked exhausted.

His hands were covered with calluses, showing signs of years of hard work.

While carrying the goods, he occasionally stopped, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then continued working.

On the way forward with the forklift, Old Jack discovered that a few more people were missing from the factory. He muttered in his mind, "They are being bombarded by flexible work again, and those dispatch workers; by the way, it is not the peak season recently, and the supervisor recently cited

What's going on with so many temporary workers and quick dismissal?"

"Besides, I haven't seen the supervisor recently. It's the Brady guy who sends messages for the supervisor. That guy... is also a bit weird."

He shook his head and continued to operate the forklift, his heart full of doubts and helplessness.

What he saw made him feel exhausted, but he had no intention of stopping his work.

Because he knows,

This job is his whole life.

Old Jack opened the goods. After all the goods arrived at the warehouse, they were transported together and transferred to the "iron cage".

The iron cage is a shelf that is taller than several people. Different products are placed on different levels of different shelves according to classification.

Every floor on the shelves is filled with a variety of products, from electronic products to daily necessities, from clothing to food.

The appearance of the iron cage is thick and cold, and the cage frame is covered with iron mesh, forming narrow passages. Employees shuttle through these passages, busy and mechanical.

After receiving the order, a dedicated employee is responsible for running back and forth between the shelves, scanning the goods in the order, and loading them into storage baskets.

These employees wear uniform work clothes, have scanners hanging on their waists, and operate them quickly and skillfully with their hands.

Their eyes also looked at Old Jack, focused and numb, executing every step like a machine without showing any unnecessary emotion.

They placed the storage basket on the conveyor belt, and the storage basket slowly slid forward as the conveyor belt moved, making a low buzzing sound.

Conveyor belts take the storage baskets all the way to the packers on the first floor.

The packers are also wearing blue overalls and are skillfully packing boxes with their hands.

A barcode is attached to each box to ensure that all items can be clearly tracked throughout the entire process, and anyone can understand the current process of the order through the barcode.

The packers will pack the boxes one by one according to the order and put all the boxes on another conveyor belt.

These neat packaging boxes gradually disappear from the eyes of the packers as the conveyor belt moves, officially starting their journey of "embracing their owners".

Whether it's storage baskets or packing boxes, everything here has a cold, mechanized atmosphere.

Workers are like gears on an assembly line, repeating monotonous actions every day, with expressionless faces and no life in their eyes.

Long hours of mechanical labor have caused their faces to lose their luster, becoming numb and pale, as if eroded by the ruthlessness of the factory.

Old Jack put the goods away, got off the forklift, and prepared to start his own packing work.

His movements were fast and precise, and the wrinkles on his face were deeply marked by the traces of time.
To be continued...