I just saw a job posting recruiting 13-year-old middle school students to be product managers.

The recruitment ad is extremely grandiose, as if selecting the highest commander of the Earth Alliance.
The job involves identifying pain points for millions of users,
and balancing retention rates with the closed loop of commercial monetization.
I put down my nine-yuan Luckin coffee,
and imagined what a 13-year-old species might be like.
In eighth grade, they can't even solve a simple linear equation.
They might get scolded by the homeroom teacher and made to stand in the hallway for half an hour just for peeking at a classmate girl’s draft notebook.
Because they secretly topped up six yuan for a game’s first purchase,
their mom might grab a plastic slipper and whip around the house.
I tried to overlay these two images,
and my brain almost crashed.
Then I slapped my forehead—realized I was overstepping.
The people hiring are actually the heirs of international school tycoons climbing the ladder.
Their summer resumes lack a Nanshan Pizza Hut stamp.
And the middle school student who was made to stand in the hallway,
and me, who’s scrambling to combine discounts for takeout—
are actually the observation samples for these young masters’ business simulations.
It’s us common folks who support the daily active users in the millions for big companies’ lower-tier markets.
These days, even being a beast of burden depends on your background.
In the end,
I’m just a denominator in the summer internship PPT of some young master.