I previously started a post about my reading notes on “Selected Works of Lenin.” However, due to excessive indulgence, the update of that post was abandoned. I also considered whether to continue updating it, but my liberalism took over, and I decided to give up on writing the content. Now, I am involved in factory work and plan to start a new post, which will cover my theoretical studies, ideological situation, and factory diary.

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Factory Diary:
At first, I found a logistics company through Zhaopin and had a simple communication with HR (the content is as follows):
Based on the above reasons, I thought the待遇 (treatment/benefits) of this factory was good, so I took the job. A few days later, I entered the so-called “factory dormitory.” At first, I was especially shocked because this so-called “factory dormitory” was converted from residential buildings; a few walls were simply stacked to form a room, some even without paint. The room was dark, damp, and extremely dirty, with lacking bathroom facilities. Some workers even looked like Sanhe Dashen (a notorious figure), and I found it very terrifying. But I had no choice; since I had no commuting equipment and the factory was in the suburbs, I couldn’t ride a shared bike there, so I temporarily stayed, planning to move out after three days. I booked a good shift, spent some time in the dormitory indulging in pleasures, doing flat composition, and observing Tg (probably a reference to some situation), then went to sleep. Because I didn’t adjust my schedule after the first night shift, I was mentally foggy and sluggish in the factory. The group chat message said I needed to go downstairs to take the “shuttle bus,” which I thought was a bus, but it turned out to be a small van. When I got in, it was nearly full with about 20 people, severely overloaded. Inside the shuttle, space was very crowded, and after ten minutes, we arrived at the destination.
This company is “China Post,” a logistics company. When I first entered, I saw a large sign: “Safety production is everyone’s responsibility, and accident hazards are minimized everywhere.” After riding the “shuttle bus,” I was very angry, thinking: “What hypocrisy these capitalists are.” After entering the factory, I found the noise was quite loud. After waiting for a while, the foremen assigned us to different posts. First was “loading and unloading,” then “observing equipment,” and then “sorting.” That night, I was like a livestock, being arbitrarily ordered by the foremen, switching positions flexibly wherever needed. During work, an older female foreman shouted at me, “Come, hand over your phone.” I was shocked and thought, “Didn’t HR say they wouldn’t confiscate phones?” I realized I had been deceived by this dog HR, and I hurriedly took my phone back without replying on the forum. There was a quarrel, but because the proletariat’s rights are very low under capitalism, I didn’t argue much, feeling “guilty.” I also saw these foremen holding phones, as if mocking me, saying, “This is my privilege, what can you do?” Initially, during labor, this foreman faced me with an arrogant attitude, making a disgusting face. She gestured and ordered me to work. Later, she changed my position to observe whether the machine was running normally. This position was especially boring; I thought about what I had learned in recent days about history, and there was not much to do. Afterwards, she transferred me to the sorting position, which involved relatively simple labor. But since I hadn’t worked in a factory for three months, my knees and feet still hurt during today’s work. However, most workers are older, and their attitude was very friendly. They patiently taught me how to do the job and kindly let me rest. I felt the atmosphere was particularly good. During this time, I also chatted with them. I also saw a 71-year-old worker still working. I asked him why he was still working at such an old age, and he said, “What else can I do if I don’t work?”
This is a true portrayal of the majority of Chinese people. Due to excessive exploitation and the continuous reduction of workers’ reproductive costs, the basic salary is only about 3,000 yuan, which is not enough to support a normal family. Therefore, more families participate in labor. But I felt especially tormented during this work; time seemed very long, and the pain was torturing me. Afterwards, I went to eat. The meals consisted of two vegetarian dishes and one staple, served in a big pot by the factory, with every worker eating the same. During the meal, I saw “People’s Post for the People,” which ignited my anger even more. I thought, finally understanding how much the proletariat hates the bourgeoisie, wishing I could personally tie the CEO of China Post to a street lamp and have crows and wild dogs eat his corpse. After twelve hours of labor, I returned to the dormitory. During this process, I learned that I was a temporary worker, which made me somewhat shaken. I then planned how many months I would work, thinking about working for two months and then doing graphic design work.
Second day of work. Due to working the night shift earlier, I was in a terrible mental state during work, to the point that I returned to the dormitory without washing up and fell into a daze. After sleeping for about ten hours, I simply bought some food and continued working. When I entered the factory, I still saw the safety slogans or whatever, but I believe most workers understand who the factory’s so-called “safety policies” are protecting. Today, I was transferred twice in the rotating positions. The first job’s workload was not too high or too tense, and I could even slack off. After discovering yesterday that workers do not have to hand over their phones, and hearing from workers that as long as they don’t openly play with their phones, it’s no big deal, I thought I could also get away with hiding my phone. Later, the foreman came to confiscate phones, but I told him I didn’t bring one, so he kept my phone. Since it was a night shift, I soon started listening to a reading group. Although the workload in this workshop was not high, my feet still hurt because I was wearing hard-soled casual shoes. Therefore, I advise everyone to buy good insoles and shoes before entering the factory, as it will help a lot in the early stages of labor.
After working for a few hours, the foreman transferred me away. This position was especially terrifying. During this work, although I wore headphones, I had no mind to listen to “Anti-Du Lin Lun” (The Anti-Du Lin Theory). Because both the tension and intensity of work here were especially frightening, within a few hours of starting, my hands became weak and I couldn’t lift anything. (This position involves unloading and loading, requiring continuous mechanical labor for about an hour or two with little rest during this period.) The factory provides lunch, but it’s quite average and mostly vegetarian, but it’s enough to fill the stomach.
During this time, I met a middle-aged worker who was single, childless, and very poor. At first, I had a bad impression of him; he was always pointing and shouting at me in a somewhat difficult tone (calling me “big brother”), and combined with his dissatisfaction about being transferred to a more intense workload, I became somewhat annoyed and even argued with him. I said such “troublesome” people wouldn’t come back tomorrow; just find a way to get rid of me. The worker didn’t say much, just said that “the higher-ups” sent me here, so I should silently continue working. After thinking for a while, I realized he hadn’t done anything particularly bad, and his criticism of me was also a reflection of issues in labor cooperation, so I suppressed my individualistic thoughts. Later, after some more work, my hands became even weaker, my knees started aching, and my soles began to hurt, so I collapsed for the second time, but I still managed to work hard. During this period, I also talked with this middle-aged worker and found that he wasn’t as bad as I initially thought, and I realized that my dislike was entirely due to my prejudice and individualism. Resting in this workshop was almost impossible (unloading a truck took about 5-10 minutes, and unloading a full truck could take over an hour or even two hours). Later, I learned that this position paid 6000 yuan (Northeast region), no wonder it was so exhausting, but as a temporary worker, I only earned about 4500 yuan. Thinking about it, I got angrier—working for about 4000 yuan to produce goods worth 6000 yuan. During this time, I thought about a problem: the treatment of temporary workers in Chinese factories is very miserable, and their awareness of class struggle should be high. In this workshop, there were many hooligan proletarians (aged 20-30), some covered in tattoos; some had bad tempers. But their labor ability was strong, and their unloading efficiency was high, helping me a lot when I was exhausted. Since they were hooligan proletarians, they naturally had hooligan thoughts, and they teased the middle-aged worker with joking words. The middle-aged worker tried to resist, and the hooligan said: “Oh, I help you work, and you still scold me?” But since both of us wanted to rest for a while, we remained silent. During work, I talked with some workers, revealing that I was an intern. They said I shouldn’t do this kind of work after graduating from university, but I said I was deceived by HR. He then lectured me in a tone of education, saying this was “society’s education” and that I should find a job in my field of study instead of in a “dead-end” place. I also felt the workload was too high, and I planned to leave with my former classmates after a month or two of work. Since I said I was deceived into coming here and sparked some discussion, I first said during lunch: “Black intermediaries are all idiots,” which resonated with these two workers. Second, I said: “Black intermediaries have many connections with the client companies, using intermediary forms to carry out the most deceptive tricks of capitalism, scamming workers to work for them, meaning the so-called labor service companies are just an extension of the client companies.” This statement was refuted by a worker in his twenties, who said that labor service companies had no connection with the client companies. To avoid revealing my stance completely, I changed the topic. After a heated discussion and curses, we continued working. By the end of the work, I was exhausted and didn’t even want to walk, but I had to clock out. However, I clocked out ten minutes early, and the foremen said, “That’s a fine.” Ten minutes? Is there really a fine? This also shows how harsh China’s capitalist system is on the broad proletariat. After being transported back by the “commuting bus,” I returned to the so-called “dormitory.” It’s worth mentioning that entering and leaving this dormitory requires swiping a room card, but only three cards are available, and the others are missing. So, when going upstairs, residents on this floor have to press the elevator button to enter the “dormitory.” This exposes that the bourgeoisie, in order to save capital expenses, even neglects workers’ treatment; all they need is for workers to labor, and they remain indifferent to everything else. After today’s work, I wanted to switch to a day shift, so I could have a day off during the transition from night to day. That’s why I said earlier, “I won’t come again tomorrow.” But I want to rest for two days. After this shift, I need some time to recover from the exhaustion, but due to some irresponsible reasons from the foreman, I still stayed in the dormitory today. This is because he didn’t inform me when I could switch to the day shift, only leaving a note—“wait for notice.” After resting for two days and asking him, he said I could only start on the 15th, so I plan to stay in the dormitory for about four days. Since the previous shift already adapted to the daytime schedule, there’s no need to work two night shifts in a row, which is very torturous. But during these three days, I was indulging in pleasures, so I couldn’t write the report for a long time. I thought I could finish the labor report for the 10th at any time, but due to my libertarian indulgence, I kept delaying, and only today did I complete it.
How did I reveal that I was an intern? I have also interacted with workers, but I always feel that as soon as I say I am a university student, there is a barrier between me and the other person. (That worker wanted to work with me, and I told him I was a university student)
Your statement here does not conform to political economy; value itself is human labor that is interchangeable, so there is no such thing as labor value. The real issue is that the bourgeoisie has exploited your inexperience as a worker to lower your wages. The value created by your labor is definitely much higher than six thousand.
Your behavior is inappropriate. There is no need to hide any stance; it’s nothing to be afraid of when discussing Marxism with workers. If you are afraid to reveal your political views in the factory, then you shouldn’t have entered the factory in the first place. You should be brave enough to promote Marxism in the factory; even if your integration with reality is not perfect, you should still speak out. Marxists are those who change others’ viewpoints; they should not silently accept the spread of wrong ideas.
Your mentality is wrong. If you don’t root yourself in the factory, how can you transform your worldview, and how can you spread Marxism among workers? The milk tea shop is a small-scale service industry, with a narrow and scattered production scale. Its small-scale nature is very serious, with a strong bourgeoisie atmosphere, intense scheming, and even harder to spread Marxism. Moreover, it is not good for your own thinking. Also, there’s no need to expose your student identity; even if you do, you shouldn’t take pride in being a student. You should say that you won’t work in the factory forever, and you should also counter the worker’s superiority complex about studying, otherwise workers won’t accept you as one of their own. Furthermore, they will look down on your student identity and find it harder to listen to what you say.
Well, it should be said that it is the value of the labor force?
They doubted me because I looked younger, and later we also revealed our ages to each other. I also disclosed that I am a student.
It’s hard to say it’s the value of labor, because now capitalists often push wages below the value of labor, so don’t bother thinking about any political economy terms.
To be honest, due to the high intensity of labor these days combined with my dislike for physical labor, I have developed some fear and apprehension towards this factory. Basically, it’s a psychological tendency to want to give up. Secondly, I also feel that working twelve hours often leaves me with little time (about three hours of rest outside of sleep), which essentially means there isn’t much time left for leisure or entertainment. My free time is very limited. Combining these two reasons, I had the idea of leaving after a few months of work.
If you run away like this, you will even less want to be a worker when you go back. Frankly, you have no purpose in doing things. You should understand that going into the factory is to transform yourself and to promote Marxism. Only with a clear purpose can you do things well; otherwise, without a plan, you’ll just be muddling through and won’t persist.
What is Hong Zheng’s situation recently at the factory
Why isn’t Hong Zheng updating anymore? Everyone is waiting to see.
I remember that I didn’t seem to have detailed information about the factory situation, so I will take this opportunity to talk about it today. After three days of investigation, this factory is operated by China Post Outsourcing Company, and it is jointly managed by two companies sharing one factory site. The employee structure of the company is mostly middle-aged and elderly, with fewer young people; most are between 40-50 years old, belonging to a company that re-employs older workers. To join the company, one must pay 50 yuan and 30 yuan for insurance, which is reimbursed after working for a month. I entered through a labor intermediary, which is actually layered with another intermediary. The companies they serve are not only China Post but also JD.com and Cainiao; I haven’t been to JD.com or Cainiao myself. These intermediaries are individual operators, and I can’t tell what class attribute they belong to—(are they exploiters? or petty producers, worker aristocrats?). The factory hangs many banners, roughly saying “Focus on production and personal safety,” “Observe discipline to complete production,” “Unite around Xi Jinping and the Party Central Committee,” “Abide by the National Security Law, oppose national division, be vigilant against foreign hostile elements, and ensure long-term national stability.” These are political banners. The factory does not allow any snacks related to oneself, as it is a logistics factory. To eliminate suspicion of workers “stealing,” most personal items are not allowed. Even bottled water is not permitted; if caught, a fine of 2000 yuan will be imposed. Inside the factory, the noise level is moderate, with a lot of dust, requiring workers to wash their hair once a day. The factory’s fixed assets are very old and somewhat dirty and chaotic. Most workers here are over 45, as set by the bourgeoisie, who cannot be employed after that age. Although it is a logistics factory, the so-called “formal workers” are very few; most are temporary workers, some for half a year, others for a year. Workers need to arrive about an hour early, which results in only about three hours of rest after work, with only about seven hours of sleep, and the dormitory environment is especially cold. In this temporary dormitory, many workers are already planning to leave after working for a month. The dormitory is mostly young people, mostly between 20-40, most of whom were deceived by intermediaries. There are two types of positions in the factory: sorting and loading/unloading. Workers in loading/unloading positions dislike this work because the labor intensity is so high that even middle-aged people cannot endure it. Therefore, most prefer sorting. Sorting is relatively easier than loading/unloading and pays less, only slightly higher in piece-rate commissions. The process of handling mail is quite brutal, but there is no alternative because the factory’s efficiency requirements make mail processing quite savage. I genuinely despise the factory leadership (line leaders); they almost act as lackeys of the bourgeoisie, while the intellectual workers in the factory are clearly different from me. Today, I was assigned to the loading/unloading work, which is still very intense, causing slight swelling in my fingers after today’s labor. During loading/unloading, some techniques are deliberately used to speed up the process (such as pulling goods from below to cause collapse), which involves certain labor risks. Initially, I resisted some passive labor, but since the older workers I cooperated with are very efficient, I had to keep up with their skilled pace. I don’t know why they don’t resist passively—perhaps due to supervision? Because, during today’s work, a dog-like supervisor kept demanding that I increase my efficiency, but I almost reached my limit and couldn’t go faster, yet the bourgeoisie’s demands were still not met. This shows that the bourgeoisie’s “scientific” production system (Taylorism) has been deeply integrated into Chinese production. Since I have no way to promote Marxism (nor know how), I didn’t communicate much with this worker. During production, I noticed some workers sneak into the toilet to rest secretly, as they can only hide like mice from the dog supervisor under such harsh production demands. Due to the lack of communication during production, there isn’t much else worth sharing afterward.
Recently, I decided to rewrite my schedule, so I started reposting my daily life here. The details are as follows:
7.28 Schedule
Today is my first day entering this factory. This enterprise is said to be a subsidiary of the state-owned “COFCO Group” and is a “fully automated” company. A few days ago, I became familiar with some basic information about the factory through the HR staff’s introduction. I thought it was pretty good, so I decided to work there (its basic situation is: first, salary around 3500-4000; second, working six days and having three days off <actually 2.5 days, i.e., 60 hours>, during which I need to rotate shifts between 3 days of day shift and 3 days of night shift). Additionally, another reason is that I don’t have much money and don’t want to rely on my family’s money, so I wanted to quickly find a factory job. So I took the job and underwent a health check. The health check arranged by the company was extremely perfunctory, costing 290 yuan, which is quite expensive. During the process, I did the so-called “basic tests” and answered questions to investigate whether I had “food safety knowledge,” but during this process, I just copied fixed answers, which was very formalistic and perfunctory. A few days later, on the morning of 7.28, I entered the factory at 8:00. During this onboarding process, I waited in the lounge for two hours. HR was very slow, and when I checked the contract for issues, he even tried to intimidate me by saying, “So, do you have any objections?” Since I wanted to leave and also needed to earn back the money spent on the health check, and because I didn’t have much funds, I just silently said, “No.” Later, after some tedious procedures, I started working at the factory. The factory lacked large fans, making the environment extremely hot. Also, I have long hair, which caused pain in my temples—probably due to not adapting to the new environment, leading to this abnormal reaction. The noise inside the factory was very loud, and there was a strong smell of paint (because the factory produces aluminum cans), but luckily, they provided earplugs (although they didn’t allow headphones). As for the smell, I think I will adapt quickly; most of the clients are from “Snow Beer” and “Coca-Cola,” so it probably won’t cause much harm.
After starting work, I was temporarily assigned to the position of “checking whether the machine tools have faults.” Fortunately, there was air conditioning, which slightly alleviated the heat. The workers there (I call them A) had a very good attitude and were easy to get along with. They actively explained the “rules” of the factory, such as when I could sit down, when I could look at my phone, and when I could wear Bluetooth earphones. This gave me some clearer ideas about the worker aristocrats and factory workers. They also taught me how to operate the assembly line machines. After being a deputy for a while, I finished my shift at 17:00 (the production line was shut down).
Other details: Today during lunch, I watched a few “male yandere” videos, then returned to the dormitory and played “Total War: Warhammer” for an hour. Late at night, I looked at some yellow comics but didn’t find what I needed (transgender content), so I didn’t read further. In the dorm, I watched “Capitalism Explained,” took some notes, which took about two hours in total, and participated in a reading club. Nothing else worth mentioning happened.
Lava Rising es un módulo fascista anti-comunista, e incluso incluye políticas fascistas como la invasión de la Masacre de Tokio por parte de China.
For others, such a demeanor is indeed quite curious, and this is actually due to my own reasons. I have serious sexual thoughts, have long been consuming yellow (pornographic) material, and often fantasize about myself as a woman. The same applies to this ‘male girl’ (男娘), I also like to imagine myself as a male girl. However, because this thing is too shameful, I haven’t pursued it in real life.
At that time, I was playing an expansion mod called “Mao’s Legacy,” but this thing is also very abstract; the revolutionaries came to power through a coup.