My master had been out for four or five days, and I had no idea where he went.
Now, nobody answered when I called. I really didn't know what this old guy was up to outside!
Sighing,
"Forget it, I'll call him again later!"
With that thought, I put down the phone.
There were still half an hour until I got off work.
However, today, I planned to leave early because it was Zhang Chuyue's birthday.
Since I had received the invitation, I naturally couldn't be late.
I moved the paper effigies, paper money, and everything else back into the room.
Then, I closed the main door and headed for the bus stop.
Old Mo across the street was standing at the entrance of Wanshou Hall smoking. Seeing me close the door and leave,
He loudly called out:
"Brother Qin, are you off work?"
Hearing Mo Ting call me, I waved my hand:
"Yeah, my classmate Zhang Chuyue has a birthday, I'm going to freeload a meal."
After hearing this, Mo Ting chuckled "gu gu gu":
"Don't drink too much, let's team up later."
Old Mo and I have a very good relationship now.
Hearing him say that, I also smiled, waved goodbye, and walked away.
I waited for a while at the bus stop, and the bus arrived.
However, the place I was going today was the Royal Hotel in the city center, so I had to take the subway.
Looking at the time, it was only a little past four o'clock. Dinner was at six in the evening.
There was still enough time.
Since I had nothing else to do, I browsed through some videos and read the news.
However, as I was browsing, I was attracted by a small headline.
"Employee of a certain company under too much pressure, jumps to death..."
Driven by curiosity, I clicked to take a look.
As a result, I found it was from our local area.
It said the person who committed suicide was a man.
Because of too much overtime and pressure, he had a few words with his supervisor and finally chose to end his life.
His family had already arrived at the factory.
They were negotiating compensation with the factory.
Although the news used the phrase "a certain company" and the logos were covered in many pictures,
But having worked in the industrial park for three years, I knew which factory it was at a glance.
It was next to the factory I used to work at.
A Taiwanese enterprise, specializing in OEM for foreign mobile phone manufacturers.
The work pressure in this factory was indeed high, and you couldn't bring your phone to work.
But the salary was a little higher than ordinary units.
None of these were the main point. What really caught my attention were the comments below.
Among them, three comments had over a hundred likes.
They were:
"Bullshit suicide, possessed."
"People die in the factory every year, either by jumping or being crushed to death, so get used to it."
"This factory has bad feng shui, I plan to resign this month after getting paid."
These three had the most likes, with some follow-up comments and replies below.
The general content revolved around these three comments.
They all said the factory was strange, had bad feng shui, and some even said there were ghosts at play.
Anyway, someone died in the factory every year.
And it was always one to three people.
However, because this factory had powerful backing and a large workforce,
Each year, they were attributed to accidents. Each incident was suppressed.
A little money was paid, and the factory continued.
No one cared about the lives of the bottom-level workers...
Since this news post was published only twenty minutes ago,
There weren't many comments, only about a hundred.
Just as I was about to click to view another comment, the interface displayed "404".
I exited and checked, the news post had already been blocked.
This must have been the work of the factory's public relations department. Capital power was immense.
Even when someone died, they wouldn't let anyone talk about it.
In the past, I would have just complained a little and wouldn't have paid too much attention.
But now it was different. I had become particularly sensitive to these matters.
Especially after reading those comments, I felt even more that the factory had problems.
Perhaps it was true, as the comment section said.
It was haunted, and by a fierce ghost.
That's why people died every year.
After that, I got off the bus and went to the subway station to take the subway.
Online, especially on Tieba (a Chinese internet forum),
I searched for posts related to Fufu Factory and Qingshan Industrial Park.
Indeed, I managed to find some related information online.
The content was basically the same, talking about when people died in the factory area and how strange it was.
I skimmed through them.
These people all died accidentally.
Some were hit by runaway vehicles, some fell to their deaths down the stairs, or jumped off buildings.
In short, all sorts of accidental deaths.
The more I read, the more I felt something was wrong.
How could a factory have so many problems and accidents?
There must be something fishy going on here.
With that thought, I secretly took note of it.
I planned to find time to go and take a look.
It wasn't to be a busybody.
It was purely because I wanted to catch a few vengeful spirits and add some oil to my lamp and longevity...
Lost in thought, I realized I had arrived at the exit.
Only then did I put aside the matter of Fufu Factory and start walking towards the Royal Hotel.
The subway station was only about two hundred meters from the Royal Hotel, not far.
It was just across the bustling pedestrian street.
This was the most prosperous commercial center in our Qingshan City.
The consumption here was also the highest.
Let alone eating at the Royal Hotel,
On this street, even a bowl of hot and sour noodles would cost at least twenty yuan...