Chapter 1993

Cui Heming worked hard.

The market competition is fierce and the pressure is increasing. For small companies like him, those in the software service industry can only survive in the cracks.

If only we could make a popular software, and then the company as a whole was bought by Big Mac, that would be great.

Every time Cui Heming comforts himself with this reason.

But he also knew that it was just a daydream.

Small companies are not as overstaffed as large companies, but Cui Heming, the nominal manager and boss, is also on the front line and enjoys 996.

If only it were 996.

Cui Heming didn't go home for the third day. When he was tired, he slept on the sofa in the office. He works with six other employees.

As a manager, he has an independent office of more than ten square meters, and other employees work outside.

There is a smell of "burnt" in the office, which is a by-product of excessive brain use.

Everyone's temper began to get hot unconsciously, perhaps because of work pressure or staying up late.

The company's coffee machine is no longer used. After all, it takes time to grind coffee.

Instant coffee and refreshing vitamin energy drinks have become the theme of these days. Everyone is desperate to add energy with these things to keep themselves from sleeping.

Customers don't know what they need, so create needs. This is Cui Heming's idea. To survive in the cracks, we can't do without some innovation.

It is easy to put forward a concept, but it will become extremely difficult to implement it.

Work overtime. It's not easy to have a job to earn money and support to live in the first tier cities.

Cui Heming made a cup of coffee, stared at the screen, slid the mouse with his right hand, took a sip of the coffee cup with his left hand.

He forgot that the coffee was freshly brewed and the water was very hot. After only half a sip, I almost spit my coffee on the computer screen.

Cui Heming habitually holds his ear with his hand, which seems to relieve the pain caused by mild scald.

After he was scalded, he seemed to be a little refreshed. He picked up the vitamin energy drink around him and took a big sip.

I don't know whether it's a psychological effect or a drink. Cui Heming felt that he was full of energy again and began to work hard.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside.

Soon, the sound of broken glass and the screams of women came.

Cui Heming was stunned.

He didn't have a good rest for too long, and his blood pressure was on the high side, which slowed his nerve reflex by a few beats.

After a few seconds, Cui Heming realized that the roar outside should be an employee named Zhou Qiang.

He is very capable, energetic and seldom has a rest. He is Cui Heming's capable general.

What's the matter? Cui Heming was puzzled and opened the door with full worry and anxiety.

Just went out, a folder hit him on the head.

Now Cui Heming was angry.

"What the hell!" Cui Heming roared.

Zhou Qiang's eyes were red, full of blood and a morbid madness. He picked up all kinds of documents and fell on his colleagues around him.

He was extremely irritable, like a trapped animal, struggling with his best.

"Catch him!" Cui Heming felt his blood pressure rise suddenly, dizzy and whirling.

Six months ago, he was afraid of similar problems after aortic arch replacement in 912.

President Zhao told him to control his blood pressure. If he gets sick again, he won't have so good luck to meet boss Zheng.

Subconsciously, he covered his chest with his hand, but Zhou Qiang was "Crazy" in front of him, which made Cui Heming's blood pressure uncontrollable.

After a "fight", Zhou Qiang finally gasped and was controlled.

"Mr. Cui, what should I do?" Asked an employee.

"What else can I do? Call 120!" Cui Heming leaned against the wall. He was afraid that his aorta or other blood vessels would be torn again because of the rise of blood pressure.

Zhou Qiang was held down, his hands and feet twitched and his mouth gasped. He probably didn't know what he was doing now.

Looking at Zhou Qiang, Cui Heming highly suspected that his spirit had collapsed. Really special! I hope there's no mental illness.

Although overwork will die, overwork will starve to death. This is a dilemma.

There is no easy word in the adult world. If you want to describe it, Cui Heming feels isolated and helpless. Four words are enough to summarize his current situation.

Looking at the chaotic office and the extremely haggard employees who have stayed up all night, Cui Heming knows that he must be worse than them.

No way. Go to the hospital first. He tries not to think about things that raise his blood pressure.

Soon, the 120 ambulance came, and the doctor and nurse fixed and carried Zhou Qiang away on a stretcher.

Cui Heming sat on the ground, soothing his spirit and trying to control his blood pressure so as not to collapse.

What happened to Zhou Qiang? After Cui Heming felt a little better, he began to recall this problem.

In fact, the answer lies in his heart. The pressure of work is too great, and Zhou Qiang's spirit has collapsed.

Recently, there are more and more news about overwork death.

Cui Heming had a classmate who worked hard in Yangcheng and raised four properties. After he is ready to pay off the loan, he can rent a house as income, then retire and start a new life.

However, at the age of 35, he finally failed to endure the pressure of life. A sudden myocardial infarction took away all his dreams and reality. (Note 1)

Only a wife who is nine months pregnant and a six-year-old child are left.

These memory fragments appear in Cui Heming's mind like a magic spell. They seem to be related or not.

Is your blood pressure about to collapse? Cui Heming vaguely felt that he had some chest pain.

He took a look and the other employees went to take Zhou Qiang to the hospital.

Struggling to get up, he returned to the sofa to rest for two minutes, and then began to measure his blood pressure.

The cuff inflates and the pressure increases.

Cui Heming has an illusion that he is on the plane and is comforted by someone who gives him an unlimited sense of security.

It's all right. Relax. You can solve the problem when you arrive in DIDU.

With normal blood pressure, Cui Heming breathed out.

But what's the matter with Zhou Qiang? He thought for a moment and dialed an employee.

After Wenming sent the hospital to 912, Cui Heming found Zheng Ren's phone and dialed it out.

"Zheng Zong."

"One of my employees is crazy and is being sent to the 912 emergency department."

"Please, my chest is a little stuffy... No, no, my blood pressure is normal, I'm fine. I'll be there soon. Please take a look for me."

After hanging up, Cui Heming felt that life was really too difficult.

Looking at their own scenery, the students in their hometown have worked hard in the imperial capital. But who will know their difficulties!

After lying quietly for a few minutes, Cui Heming sat up slowly. He didn't dare to make his movements too violent. If he really died here

He doesn't want to die. No one really wants to die.

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Note 1: two weeks ago, my friend's friend died.

Silent

You book friends, pay attention to your health. Don't fix immortals and stay up late. Don't be too stressed. Update every morning is for everyone to get up in the morning and have something to do when they are lazy in bed, so that they can start a new day happily.

It's not easy to live. Pay attention to your body.