I am terminally ill, but I am healing the world with my songs

The next day, early morning.

"Cough, cough..."

Feeling somewhat unwell, Wen He checked the location on the map to confirm he hadn't gone the wrong way.

"Who are you looking for?" Wen He was stopped by the security guard at the entrance.

"Hello, I'm looking for Zhang Pengsheng."

"Go in, General Manager Zhang is in the office on the second floor."

"Thank you."

After thanking him, Wen He walked into the factory.

According to the information provided by the security guard, Wen He found the office on the second floor.

Knock, knock, knock...

He knocked gently on the door.

"Enter," a voice came from inside the office.

"Good morning, Uncle Zhang. My mom told me to come here for an interview."

"You must be Xiao He. Come in, come in."

Wen He walked to Uncle Zhang's desk, who skillfully poured him a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Wen He carefully took the tea.

"Xiao He, you..." Uncle Zhang carefully sized up Wen He, who was breathing a little heavily. He got up and touched Wen He's forehead: "You have a fever, don't you?"

"I might have caught a bit of a cold, but it's nothing. I can work," Wen He quickly said.

"How can that be? You should get your illness treated before coming to work."

Hearing this, Wen He shook his head: "If I go back like this today, I'll be scolded. I'm really okay, Uncle Zhang. Just let me start working today."

"Isn't it only natural to rest when you have a fever? Why would you be scolded?" Uncle Zhang didn't quite understand.

But since Wen He had said so, he couldn't argue with him.

"How about this?" While speaking, Uncle Zhang sent a text message on his phone.

Not long after, the office door was opened.

"Boss, did you call for me?" A girl walked in.

"Shanshan, take Xiao He through the onboarding process," he instructed, then turned to look at Wen He:

"Xiao He, consider this your first day. You can go see a doctor, or you can rest here. Anyway, start working after you recover. We're a small factory, and the workload is relatively large. If you work while sick, it will only get worse."

Uncle Zhang's words touched Wen He. After thanking him, he left the office with Shanshan.

【Salary: 2500/month, paid on the 25th of each month.】

【Working hours: 8:00 AM - 7:00 PM.】

【Lunch break: 12:00-13:00.】

【Sundays off, a total of four days off per month.】

【No phones allowed during work hours, no sleeping, no tardiness or early departures.】

【A fine of 100 for the first offense, 200 for the second, and so on.】

After confirming that there were no problems, Wen He signed the contract.

There were no words like 'probation period' or 'official employment' on the contract. This was probably his salary as a full-time employee.

Wen He knew that this salary was obviously low, but he could only accept it.

Because this job was found by his mother, even if the salary was only 1000, he would have to accept it.

Knowing full well that his days were numbered, he still had to waste his life in a place like this.

It wasn't that he didn't dare to resist, but that he couldn't resist at all.

He had no money in his hands.

The Douyin account used his father's, and the account was also bound to his father's.

In other words, the money Wen He earned from streaming had nothing to do with him.

Furthermore, Wen He's parents could take his phone away at any time to check it, so there was no privacy at all.

It was impossible to bind his own account to secretly earn money. Once discovered, he didn't know what would happen.

As for the idea of exposing his parents together...

Wen He had never thought of it that way from beginning to end.

The fear of his parents had long been deeply ingrained in his bones. He didn't even dare to talk back, let alone do something so extreme.

He was just a cowardly and pitiful bug who was about to die.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang. I'm already better," Wen He said.

Without money to see a doctor, he chose to rest at the factory.

Fortunately, it was just a mild fever. After taking medicine at noon and sleeping for a while, the fever subsided.

"It's okay, it's good that you're better. Start working tomorrow. The factory is all assembly line work, there's no difficulty. Don't put too much pressure on yourself," Uncle Zhang patted him on the shoulder, seeming to think highly of Wen He.

"Yes, I will work hard."

He also didn't expect that his first day at the factory would end in this way.

When Wen He returned home, it was already 7:30 PM.

"You're back," Wen's mother said.

"Yes."

"How was it?"

"It was good."

"Does the factory provide dinner?"

"No."

"Oh, I thought it provided dinner, so I didn't cook for you. Just cook some noodles for yourself."

"Okay."

"After you eat, remember to wash the dishes and clothes, and sweep the floor too."

"Okay."

The subsequent process was just as Wen's mother had arranged, and also like the things Wen He usually did.

Even though he had been assigned to the factory, housework was still within his scope of labor.

He casually cooked a bowl of noodles, and after eating, he started to busy himself.

Perhaps it was because he was sick, but Wen He felt particularly tired today, so he didn't have the energy to stream.

However...

Wen He couldn't have imagined that today might be the easiest day for a while.

From the second day of entering the factory, Wen He entered into busy assembly line work.

— "Xiao He, let's work overtime today. This batch of goods is quite urgent."

— "Xiao He, don't take a break this weekend. Someone has resigned, and I'm still trying to recruit someone. Please help me do his part first. When I recruit someone, I'll give you a few days of long vacation."

— "It's a good thing for young people to exercise more. If our factory takes off, you can directly enter the management team in the future, and your salary will be doubled by then, and you'll also have weekends off every week."

— "Xiao He, you were a few minutes late this morning. According to the regulations, 100 will be deducted from your salary this month. I know you've been working overtime late at night recently, and it's normal to have trouble getting up in the morning, but without rules, there can be no standards. I can't do anything about this either."

In just one week of entering the factory, Wen He's body and soul were ravaged.

The factory's almost ruthless exploitation and empty promises often caused Wen He to work overtime until 8 or 9 PM.

Moreover, the journey home also took nearly an hour.

By the time he got home, it was usually already 10 PM.

After returning home, he couldn't even get a hot meal, and there was still a pile of housework waiting for him.

During this time, let alone streaming, he didn't even have time to look at his phone.

"Beep... Beep..."

Wen He looked at the pouring rain outside the window, his face full of dejection.

"Dad, it's raining heavily outside, can you give me some money to take a taxi home?" As the phone was connected, Wen He said.

"Can't you take the bus? It costs dozens of dollars to take a taxi home from the factory," Wen's father's tone was not very good.

"The nearest bus stop to the factory is a bit far, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so I can't get there."

"Then can't you wait for the rain to lighten up before going? You have to bother me with such a small matter."

"Dad, the bus is fast..." Before Wen He could finish speaking, the phone was hung up.

Looking at his broken phone screen.

The time had already reached 21:42.

The last bus was at 22:00.

Running to the station from here might barely make it.

Looking at the torrential rain outside, Wen He picked up a dirty cardboard from the floor, patted off the dust casually, put it on his head, and ran out like this.

Faced with such heavy rain, this behavior was only a psychological comfort, and it didn't really have any effect.

"Cough... cough cough..."

The autumn rain was much colder than imagined.

While waiting to cross the road.

Wen He watched the last bus drive past him.

Wen He looked at the large traffic flow and the glaring red light, feeling extremely anxious.

The bus stopped at the deserted stop, waited for a while, then closed its doors and slowly drove away.

At this time, the traffic stopped, and the red light turned green.

Wen He was stunned there.

The cardboard on his head, which was already soaked, was also slowly lowered by him.

The pouring rain, carrying a biting cold wind, beat down on the somewhat hunched Wen He.

The rainwater that slid down his face also had a hint of saltiness.