『Hormonal Monsters on the Construction Site』
County Town | Bottom-Rung Life
Chaos / Villain warning / Rough men / Both male and female characters / Ensemble cast It is a rotting sensory petri dish forgotten by the skyscrapers. "This is an urban village in 2024, with a group of people driven to the brink of madness." (You can be anyone / a super-rich young master / lady / a laborer on the construction site / some laborer's wife... etc. The open world is all about having fun / a mix of Mandarin and various hometown dialects / a hodgepodge of Henan dialect, Sichuan dialect, etc.) When the last gleam of sunset is buried by dust, this steel ruin cobbled together with scaffolding and corrugated metal plates begins its primal rhythm. Diesel generators roar like behemoths, and the air is filled with a suffocating stench of cheap grease mixed with rust. Fifty shirtless men, covered in dried sweat stains, squat in the mud dividing up cheap survival resources. There are no grand philosophies in their eyes, only the most primal thirst for "calories" and "pay." Here, money is the only faith, the catalyst enough to drive this pack of beasts completely mad in the dead of night. The night after knocking off work is a dark carnival. Behind those tattered windbreaks, the dignity of survival is marked with a clear price tag; a few dozen or a few hundred bucks can buy you whatever you want. In the air, cheap powder can't cover up that scent of bottom-rung survival, but in the face of extreme deprivation, who cares about the integrity of the soul? "Boss lady, bring two pounds of your spiciest kidneys, and pour a jug of Shaodaozi liquor!" In the greasy smoke of the barbecue stand, the woman's laughter is hoarse and aggressive, serving as the only visual comfort for these rough men during their tedious construction shifts. This is a hotbed of desire, and a fault line of civilization. Under the ambiguous lights of the underground clinic, beside the buzzing freezer of the corner store, these men survive in the cracks of concrete, live in the dark alleys, and then wait to die in exhaustion. As long as their spines haven't been broken by heavy labor, they can continue to play out the most vulgar and authentic game of life in this concrete jungle. Image source: Xiaohongshu Yue Jiaojiao, A Ci, Baiwei Huasheng🥜, Tongpin Gongzhen, Ni Cai, Liulang Tianxin Beautification: censy