1993 Crazy (the Alliance master quietly waits for your arrival)
Cui Heming was working hard.
The competition in the market was very intense, and the pressure was increasing. For a small company like his, in the software service industry, he could only survive in the cracks.
It would be great if they could make a popular software and the company would be acquired by the giant.
Cui Heming used this reason to comfort himself every time.
However, he also knew that this was just a daydream.
A small company was not as bloated as a big company, but cui Heming, the nominal manager and CEO, was also on the front line and enjoyed the company’s benefits.
If it was really 996, that would be great.
It was the third day that cui Heming had not returned home. He took a nap on the sofa in the office when he was tired. There were six other employees working with him.
As the manager, he had his own office of more than ten square meters, and the other employees worked outside.
The office was filled with a burnt smell, which was a by-product of excessive brain use.
Everyone’s temper began to flare up unconsciously, perhaps due to the pressure of work or the constant staying up late.
The company’s coffee machine was no longer used. After all, it took time to grind coffee.
Instant coffee and vitamin drinks that could refresh the mind had become the main topic of the past few days. Everyone desperately used these things to add energy to keep themselves from falling asleep.
If the customer didn’t know what he needed, he would create his needs. This was cui Heming’s idea. To survive in the cracks, it was impossible to not be creative.
It was easy to come up with a concept, but it was extremely difficult to put it into practice.
He would work overtime. It was already not easy to have a lucrative job to support his life in a first-tier city.
Cui Heming made himself a cup of coffee and stared at the screen. He moved the mouse with his right hand and took a sip of the coffee with his left hand.
He had forgotten that the coffee had just been made, and the water was hot. She only took half a sip and almost vomited the coffee on the computer screen.
Cui Heming pulled his ears out of habit, as if it could relieve the pain caused by the mild burn.
After being scalded, he seemed to be more energetic. He picked up the vitamin drink beside him and took a big gulp.
He didn’t know if it was a psychological effect or if the drink really worked, but cui Heming felt that he was full of energy again, and he started to work hard again.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.
Very quickly, the sound of glass shattering and a woman’s scream could be heard.
Cui Heming was stunned.
He hadn’t had a good rest for a long time, and his blood pressure was high to begin with, so his nerve reflexes were a few beats slower.
After a few seconds, cui Heming finally realized that the roar coming from outside should be from an employee named Zhou Qiang.
He was very capable, full of energy, and rarely rested. He was cui Heming’s right-hand man.
What was going on? Cui Heming was a little confused, and he opened the door with worry and anxiety.
Just as he walked out, a folder smacked him on the head.
This time, cui Heming was furious.
“What are you doing!” Cui Heming roared.
Zhou Qiang’s eyes were bloodshot and filled with a morbid madness. He picked up various documents and threw them at the colleagues around him.
It was extremely violent, like a trapped beast, doing its best to make a final struggle.
“Catch him!” Cui Heming felt his blood pressure shoot up all of a sudden. He felt dizzy and the world was spinning.
He had been afraid of similar problems ever since he performed the aortic arch replacement surgery at Room 912 six months ago.
President Zhao had told him to control his blood pressure. If he fell ill again, he would not be so lucky to meet boss Zheng.
He subconsciously covered his chest with his hands, but Zhou Qiang’s “madness” made cui Heming’s blood pressure uncontrollable.
After a ‘struggle’, Zhou Qiang was finally under control, panting heavily.
“Director cui, what should we do?” An employee asked.
“What else can we do? call 120!” Cui Heming leaned against the wall. He was really afraid that his aorta or other blood vessels would tear again due to the rise in blood pressure.
Zhou Qiang was pressed down. His hands and feet kept twitching and he was panting heavily. He probably didn’t know what he was doing now.
Looking at Zhou Qiang’s appearance, cui Heming highly suspected that his mind had collapsed. Really F * cking hell! Hopefully, he didn’t get a mental illness.
Although he would die from overwork, he would starve to death if he didn’t overwork himself. This was a dilemma.
There was no such thing as “easy” in the world of adults. If he had to describe it, cui Heming felt that the word “isolated” was enough to describe his current situation.
Looking at the chaotic office and the employees who were extremely Haggard because of the continuous overnight stay, cui Heming knew that he must be in a worse state than them.
He had no choice but to go to the hospital first. He tried not to think about the things that would raise his blood pressure.
Soon, the 120 ambulance arrived. The doctors and nurses fixed Zhou Qiang in place on a stretcher and carried him away.
Cui Heming sat on the ground, trying to calm himself down and control his blood pressure so that he would not collapse.
What happened to Zhou Qiang? Cui Heming started to recall the question after he felt better.
In fact, the answer was in his heart. The pressure at work was too great, and Zhou Qiang’s spirit had collapsed.
Recently, there had been more and more news about people dying from overwork.
Cui Heming had a classmate who worked hard in Yang Cheng and owned four properties. He was prepared to pay off the loan and use the rental as his income. He would then retire and start a new life.
However, at the age of 35, he still couldn’t bear the pressure of life. A sudden heart attack took away all his dreams and reality. (Note 1)
Only his wife who was nine months pregnant and his six-year-old child were left.
These memory fragments appeared in cui Heming’s mind like a spell. They seemed to be related, but also not.
Was his blood pressure on the verge of collapse? Cui Heming felt a slight pain in his chest.
He took a look and saw that the other employees had gone to send Zhou Qiang to the hospital.
Struggling to stand up, he went back to the sofa to rest for two minutes, and then began to measure his blood pressure.
The belt was filled with air, and the pressure increased.
Cui Heming had an illusion that he was on a plane, and someone who gave him an infinite sense of security was comforting him.
It’s okay, relax. The problem will be solved when we reach the capital.
His blood pressure was normal. Cui Heming let out a long sigh of relief.
But what was going on with Zhou Qiang? He thought for a moment and dialed an employee’s number.
After asking that the hospital he was sent to was 912, cui Heming found Zheng Ren’s number and called him.
“President Zheng,”
“One of my employees has gone crazy. He’s being sent to the emergency department.”
“Sorry to trouble you, my chest is a little tight … No, no, blood pressure is normal, I’m fine. I’ll be there soon, please help me take a look. “
After hanging up the phone, cui Heming felt that life was really too difficult.
His classmates from his hometown looked at him and saw that he had already made a name for himself in the capital. But who would know of his own difficulties!
After lying down quietly for a few minutes, cui Heming sat up slowly. He didn’t dare to move too violently. If he really died here …
He did not want to die, but no one really wanted to die.
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[Note 1: a friend of a friend passed away two weeks ago.]
Silent …
My dear friends, please take care of your health and stay up late to cultivate. Don’t be too stressed. He would update the novel at midnight every day so that everyone could get up early and have something to do when they were lazing in bed. This way, they could start a new day happily.
It’s not easy to live, take care of your health.