Can you believe it? In Wuxi, a city said to have the lowest unemployment rate in all of China, a "Unemployed Person Self-Study Room" has appeared.

Office buildings can't be rented out, so the landlords had a bright idea: partition them into small cubicles and rent them to those who are "unemployed."
It's paid.
At first, I didn't understand either. If you're unemployed, why rush to find a job and spend money on self-study? Is it for peace of mind?
Later, I discussed it with a friend and finally understood.
He said, do you think it's for learning? No, it's for "going to work."
Every morning, they leave the house with a bag, and in the evening, they return at the designated time. Parents ask, "How was your day? Can you give us an update?" Otherwise, what? Staying at home, staring at each other, collapsing mentally, the whole family suffocates.
This isn't a self-study room; it's a decent "shell," a place to catch a breath.
Pretending they're still on track, pretending there's still hope.
Is this story surreal? Let me tell you something more real.
Recently, I casually posted on 58.com that I was looking for a part-time cook.
Just one sentence.
My phone was almost overwhelmed with calls. Truly, no exaggeration—countless people flooded in, with all kinds of conditions.
That moment, I realized: data is data, life is life.
On the surface, it looks calm and peaceful, but underneath, how many people are holding their breath and struggling? You have no idea. $BNB
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