Clinging to the emperor’s coattails will lead to victory.

You can’t hang your coat on the back of your chair, or the boss will get angry. At work, your phone must be on silent and face down, and you’re not allowed to browse it. There are red and green light buttons at each workstation. If you’re one minute late after 9:00 a.m., you have to take personal leave. At the end of the workday, someone comes back to collect everyone’s ID badges and clock them out collectively (to evade the Labor Bureau’s overtime-pay regulations), then everyone returns to continue working until 10:30 p.m., when the building’s power is shut off. If you don’t press the red-light/green-light button, you’ll be scolded; basically, it’s red most of the time (work). If you leave—for example, to use the restroom—you have to press the restroom button. If you take too long to defecate, you’ll be called in for an interview. The boss constantly changes orders: today they might say a certain model will be fully launched, and the next day, depending on their mood, suddenly and at the last minute announce that all orders will be canceled. At work, you have to watch the senior coworkers’ moods. Some senior employees (who are very good at clinging to the boss’s coattails 🦵) will use every possible means to drive you out. If the production line needs support, you have to go immediately, then come back and work overtime on your own tasks. There is no overtime pay, no drinks, afternoon tea, or gym. All of these are things the boss personally likes and has arranged. The office has an open layout with no partitions or privacy. The boss comes out to patrol and check whether everyone is working seriously. The boss has poor emotional control and, when in a bad mood, will randomly pick someone to yell at. The boss’s older brother is the same. Because the boss likes white, all the cabinets are white. A senior coworker said that before opening a cabinet, you must wash your hands and put on gloves; otherwise, if you leave fingerprints on the cabinet or it turns black, the boss will get angry. There is no microwave on the emperor’s floor because the boss doesn’t like the smell of “other people’s” food. If you bring your own lunch, you have to go all the way to another floor to heat it up. No matter how unreasonable it is, if the boss gives an instruction, it must be carried out—even if it is wrong. Of course, the boss will never admit to making a mistake. The pay is low, and you have to stay vigilant at all times because you never know when you’ll be scolded. You can’t take too long to defecate, or you’ll be called in for an interview. Everything depends on the boss’s mood and on the managers and coworkers who cling to the boss’s coattails. Turnover is high. Basically, if you want a job where you have no opinions and are occasionally verbally humiliated, you can go there. During interviews, they are very good at painting a rosy picture and using persuasive talk. After you join, it’s a slave system. The interviewer originally said that the boss had studied in the United States and that the company was American-style. After joining, I discovered that only the office décor was American-style, while the management system was even more frightening than that of a traditional company. If I had seen the reviews before joining, I would never have taken the job. Once you leave, the world opens up—the feeling of finally breathing free air!