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Chapter 46 Special Benefits

Jiang Yu is not one to engage in internal strife.

He never wastes time worrying about other people's lives or deaths.

And he was preoccupied with the things that bothered him.

If you can't figure it out, just put it aside.

If leaving it for a while doesn't work, then forget it.

Anyway, people don't live to figure out every single problem.

But things are different now.

Now, for the first time, he is thinking about things from someone else's perspective.

It's not about "how I see others".

It's not about "how others see me".

This was the first time in over twenty years that he wanted to be a human being.

From Liang Zhichao's perspective...

My best buddy, whom I hung out with all the time, suddenly turned on me, beat me up, and said he never knew me. After the college entrance exam, he didn't say a word and never contacted me again...

From the younger sister's perspective...

My brother and I grew up together, but suddenly he doesn't recognize me anymore. He's become very cold towards me, doesn't pick me up from school, and leaves me squatting on the ground crying alone. He won't even take me out for a KFC meal...

I may have hurt many people without my knowledge.

And these people have been suffering from his "lack of knowledge".

Jiang Yu scratched his hair.

He is feeling very depressed right now.

He thought he was a clear-headed survivor, one of the few who saw through the truth.

It turned out he was just mentally ill.

A mental patient who can't remember faces, can't distinguish between real and fake, and can't even remember what his own sister looks like.

In fact, Jiang Yu had similar thoughts in the past—was he sick?

On countless sleepless nights, on that hard bed in the mental hospital, while staring at the ceiling and counting the cracks...

He had thought about this question countless times.

But he was unwilling to accept this fact.

Until recently, my younger sister "appeared," and today I witnessed the events at Yu... oh no, Gengo Mountain.

You can only know what it feels like to experience it firsthand.

That feeling is like…

You're holding a handful of sand in your hand; you can feel the texture, the temperature, and the weight of the sand...

But if you open your fist, there's nothing in your palm.

It's not that the sand leaked out.

The sand never existed.

Your brain is deceiving you.

It makes you believe you have something in your hand, makes you believe you're holding onto something.

But from beginning to end, all you're holding onto is air.

He suddenly remembered a poem from his childhood Chinese textbook.

If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be impatient...

"Believe me, happy days will come..."

"Everything is fleeting, everything will pass..."

Maybe…

It's time to let it go.

Forgive your sister, forgive Liang Zhichao, forgive those around you...

Let go of that part of yourself that keeps struggling with things that don't exist.

I am sick.

But there's nothing shameful about it.

Because it wasn't my fault.

Seeing Jiang Yu deep in thought, Lin Wei knew that he had taken her words to heart.

Jiang Yu's performance has exceeded her expectations.

He did not lose control, did not become hysterical, and did not refute or deny.

He remained silent.

That silence was more reassuring than any emotion.

Lin Wei knew that silence meant digestion.

The young man in front of me has already swallowed those harsh realities and is slowly breaking them down into things he can accept.

She didn't say anything harsher.

Instead, Jiang Yu was given a few seconds to process the situation.

Once the expression on his face changed from resistance to calm, she changed the subject.

His tone was no longer that of a serious and proper psychiatrist.

Instead, it restored the demeanor of a personnel department head when facing new employees.

"Jiang Yu, I bet you've thought about this: the work in the patrol department is so simple and the pay is so good, why were you chosen?"

Jiang Yu was brought back to reality by those words.

He looked up at Lin Wei.

Yes, he did think about that question.

The benefits for the patrol department are very good.

Although it's an internship, the probationary period salary is 6000 yuan, and it will be 7500 yuan after becoming a full-time employee...

Full social insurance and housing fund contributions, weekends off, statutory holidays, paid annual leave, and free meals at the company cafeteria…

In Binhai, people from reputable universities would be scrambling to get this kind of treatment.

But what about him?

A second-tier civil engineering major, whose part-time jobs during school were all low-class jobs like waiting tables, distributing flyers, and tutoring.

This isn't even the biggest problem.

He also has a history of mental illness.

A resume like that would be so dirty that people wouldn't even bother wiping it with it if it were thrown into the market.

He was never "chosen".

From childhood to adulthood, he was not chosen by his parents to stay by their side, was not selected as a good student in school, and was not selected as an outstanding talent in society.

He was always among those who were killed.

So when he was selected by the planning bureau, his first reaction was not happiness, but doubt.

There's definitely something fishy going on here.

It could be a pyramid scheme disguised as a public institution, a fraud ring set up by some criminals, or someone claiming that their undiscovered organs are very valuable.

Otherwise, why would he be accepted into a public institution?

Lin Wei's voice continued.

"That's because our unit's inspection department is specifically designed for people with disabilities."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Disabled...disabled person?

Am I missing some part?

Lin Wei noticed his reaction and quickly added a sentence.

"Of course, by disabled persons I mean people who face obstacles in participating in social life due to physical, intellectual, or mental impairments or abnormalities."

"It does not refer solely to special groups of people with physical disabilities."

After speaking, Lin Wei's tone became very respectful.

"Our country has good policies. In order to support people with disabilities, some special positions have been created for them."

"As you know, it's very difficult to find a job in society if you have a history of mental illness."

"Many companies will not even give you an interview opportunity if they see the words 'history of mental illness'."

"If you put yourself in their shoes, you can understand. This isn't discrimination; it's about avoiding risk."

"Private enterprises are in it to make money, not to do charity."

"So the reason why you've sent out so many resumes and no one has replied is mainly because you're seen as an 'uncertain risk' by them."

"If it weren't for the government's policies supporting employment for people with disabilities, you wouldn't be able to enjoy this kind of treatment at all."

"But don't overthink it..."

Lin Wei's tone softened, as if she were comforting an injured child.

You are not inferior to others.

"You just need a little more understanding and help in some areas."

"This position exists not as charity, but to give you an equal opportunity to participate in society."

"I'm giving you a chance to prove yourself."

Jiang Yu felt a surge of emotion.

He suddenly realized that he had never been understood in this way before.

From childhood to adulthood, there have only been two kinds of looks people have given him.

One type is "If you're sick, stay away from me."

One type is "You're so pitiful."

He didn't want to be pitied.

To be pitied is predicated on being looked down upon.

Nobody wants to be the one who needs to be cared for forever.

No one wants to exist solely to fulfill the kindness of others.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone has been telling him in their own way, "You are different, you are not like us."