My floating life in Hong Kong? Xia Yu

In Hong Kong, there is no obvious spring and autumn, spring is not obvious warmth, and autumn is too short. The long high temperature enveloped most of the four seasons. And everything in Hong Kong is like its long summer, everything is too fast and everything is too dry.

The deepest and most annoying thing in my memory is the heavy rain in summer, which rushed down the nest and rumbled a few times, as if fighting, but I still couldn't solve the sultry hunger. This is just a form and an oath.

You asked me what life is like in Hong Kong. I feel like summer rain. It's dull and depressing, but you should always remember that you need to hurry.

Central is bright all night tonight.

The elites in this land strive to make every day race against time, stay up all night, be brightly lit, and moisten taste buds with coffee. Some of them regard this as a habit and are used to filling every inch of their lives with work; Others are forced by an "overtime culture", forcing themselves to sit in the early hours of the morning. As a result, the forced people left, and the accustomed people stayed. Those who stayed fully integrated this "overtime culture" into the company's code of conduct and professional ethics and became a ruler to measure every employee.

Few elites in suits and ties in Central can escape the fate of working overtime.

If someone doesn't look so tired, he must have never worked in Central.

People here not only increase the length of work, but also strive to increase the height of their careers. Second-tier firms should be transferred to the Big Four, and the Big Four want to jump to small investment banks for consulting, small investment banks to big investment banks, and big investment banks to venture capital and PE. Every industry has its food chain. So for this food chain, you have to socialize, and you have to keep adding titles to your resume.

Before you are 30, you live for your resume.

What about after 30? Do you live for the circle, for the children, or to put more labels on yourself?

From work to life, you have to be in this circle. Therefore, in bars, high-end restaurants and work parties, you should decorate your circle of friends with photos of your boss and colleagues to swear that you are or will be in this circle. And those who don't want to jump out of their own circles and just want to "work hard" at the low end of the food chain may actually have nothing to do when they turn on their computers in their seats.

Those who regard 24 hours as 48 hours have probably just lost their souls.

Do you still look forward to a home?

If people in Shanghai and Beipiao are worried that they can't afford to buy a house, then Hong Kong Piao is more superficial than you. What we are worried about is whether we can rent a house and whether the room rate will go up again next year.

I don't know if you have seen the recently released Hong Kong film "The Prince Space Capsule". You may not be able to imagine what it's like to live in a "space capsule" or understand what it means to live in a coffin before I die. But this is the real living conditions of 654.38 million Hong Kong people.

As a white-collar worker, I am lucky to share a 30-square-meter "luxury suite" with my roommate, and the space I have is only a "big room" with less than 10 square meter. In order to live in a "big room" in a "luxury suite", I have to pay more than three quarters of my salary every month.

Last month, the salesman downstairs coldly extended his hand to us: Hello, your rent this year is this number.

My roommate and I watched it go up by 3 thousand, and there was nothing we could do.

In Hong Kong, where housing prices are high, there are not a few Hong Kong people who want to have a "home" and "get on the bus" (buying a house in Hong Kong is called "getting on the bus"). But what is "home"? Is "home" just a real estate license with your name on it?

How many Hong Kong people can finally have a "home"? In the end, they only regard "home" as a hotel, and the office is their real home.

Loneliness that can read and speak.

In Hong Kong, you are not only a Hong Kong drifter, but also a second identity: a mainlander.

They said we were locusts, they told us to get out of Hong Kong, and they said we robbed Hong Kong people of their living space. But we didn't do anything. Is it a mistake to come to a strange land and struggle silently?

In the first year, my colleagues from Hong Kong and I went to the Mainland on business. That colleague from Hong Kong insisted on not drinking tea from the mainland, breakfast in the hotel and fruit from the supermarket for fear of poisoning.

My mainland friends told me that last week, my Hong Kong colleagues in their group saw a ball with simplified Chinese characters printed on it and immediately retreated three feet. He said: "I'm afraid of hitting my hand with this kind of mainland goods."

We immediately gave the little friend an idea, gave him a hug and made him commit suicide.

You see, this is such a ridiculous misunderstanding. But we have to bear it silently until we leave this place forever, or until one day we speak authentic Cantonese and hold the ID card of Hong Kong permanent residents to become a member of Hong Kong people.

to be continued

I can't sum up everything I said above, because I can only talk about my life in Hong Kong, the life of an ordinary Hong Kong person. The elite has an elite life, and the elite will not be bothered by such ridiculous trifles. The elites know what a mutually beneficial honor or disgrace is. The elites know that the mainland is not the mainland 10 years ago, and Hong Kong is not the Hong Kong 10 years ago. But I'm not an elite. I only see Hong Kong drifters who are struggling to survive in this city like me.

This morning, I walked to the subway station listening to this song. It began to rain again. The meteorological station reported a typhoon.

Rain comes and goes quickly, just a form, just an oath. For example, my life in Hong Kong.