Zhang Ziwen returned to his office, his mind clouded with gloom. He slumped in his chair and lit a cigarette. After a week of working, others might see his job as lacking potential, but he never felt that it was beneath him. Reflecting back, since leaving the military, the days he'd spent working at this corporation seemed the most meaningful. The routine of commuting with other rushed office workers, enjoying the simple and relaxed work, the pattern of life was happy and fulfilling. He no longer had sleepless days and nights or wasted time in aimless depression, no longer complained about the ruthless military life. This simple job allowed him to forget the unpleasant past, and this job, which others deemed futureless, spurred him to pick himself up. But now, he was about to lose even this seemingly unpromising job. The weight of his disappointment could be easily imagined...