My name is Yang Zheng. I’m 36 years old. I should have a happy family, beautiful wife, lovely children and a thriving career. I don’t have any of these, except for a three bedroom room in the city center that my parents left me. I only have a boring day-to-day job. My job is art, and my college major is video editing. So every day, in addition to being surrounded by a group of laymen, I sometimes take private jobs from the leaders, although the remuneration is far lower than the market price.