Chapter 1993： crazy

Cui Heming is working desperately.

The market competition is fierce and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. Like a small company like him, doing software service industry can only survive in the cracks.

If you can make a burst of software, and then the company as a whole is acquired by the Big Mac, that's fine.

Every time Cui Heming uses this reason to comfort himself.

But he also knows that this is just a daydream.

Small companies, unlike big companies, are so bloated, but Cui Heming, the nominal manager and boss, is also on the front line, enjoying the nine-six-six.

If it is really ninety-six, it will be fine.

Cui Heming, this is the third day, she didn't go home. When she was tired, she slept on the sofa in the office. There are six other employees working with him.

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

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

Everyone's temper is unknowingly starting to get hot, perhaps because of work stress, or because of staying up late.

The company's coffee machine is no longer used, after all, grinding coffee also takes time.

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

Customers don't know what they need, then create needs. This is Cui Heming's idea.

It is easy to come up with a concept, but it really becomes extremely difficult to implement it.

It’s not easy to work overtime in a city where you can work hard to work overtime.

Cui Heming rushed for a cup of coffee, staring at the screen with his eyes, sliding the mouse with his right hand, and taking a drink from his left hand.

He forgot that the coffee was just washed and the water was hot. After only half a drink, I almost spit the coffee on the computer screen.

Cui Heming habitually rubbed his ear with his hand, which seems to ease the pain caused by mild burns.

After he was burned, it seemed to be a bit more spiritual. He picked up the vitamin-functional drink around him and opened a big mouthful.

I don't know if it is a psychological effect or a drink is really useful. Cui Heming feels that he is re-filled with energy and has begun to work hard.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound outside.

Soon, there was a cracking sound of the glass and a scream of a woman.

Cui Heming stunned.

For a long time, I didn't have a good rest, and my blood pressure was too high, which made his nerve reflexes slow down a few beats.

After a few seconds of delay, Cui Heming discovered that the buzz from outside should be an employee named Zhou Qiang.

He is very capable, energetic, and rarely rests. It is Cui Heming's effective dedication.

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

Just going out, a folder "啪" slammed on his head.

This time Cui He is angry.

"What to do!" Cui Heming snarled.

Zhou Qiang's eyes were red, full of bloodshot eyes, revealing a morbid madness, picking up various documents and falling to his colleagues.

The violent temper reached the extreme, like a trapped beast, trying to do the final struggle.

"Catch him!" Cui Heming felt that his blood pressure "call" rose suddenly, dizzy, and turned around.

After doing aortic arch replacement surgery in 912 half a year ago, he was afraid of similar problems.

Mr. Zhao has tried to control his blood pressure. If he is ill again, he may not have such good luck and meet Zheng Bo.

The subconscious hand grabbed the chest, but the front of the week was strong and "mad", so that Cui Heming's blood pressure was always uncontrollable.

After some "wrestling", Zhou Qiang finally gasped and was controlled.

"Cui Zong, what should I do?" an employee asked.

"What can I do, hit 120!" Cui Heming leaned against the wall. He was really afraid that his aorta or other blood vessels would tear again because of high blood pressure.

Zhou Qiang was held down, his hands and feet kept twitching, his mouth was gasping, and he did not know what he was doing now.

Looking at Zhou Qiang's appearance, Cui Heming highly suspected that his spirit had collapsed. What a special thing! I hope that you don’t have any mental illness.

Although overwork will die, but it will be starved to death, this is a dilemma.

The world of adults is not easy to word. If you want to describe it, Cui Heming feels that the four words of isolation and helplessness are enough to summarize his current situation.

Looking at the chaotic office and watching the extremely embarrassing employees who have been changing day and night, Cui Heming knows that he is definitely worse than them.

No way, go to the hospital first, he tries not to think about the things that make his blood pressure rise.

Soon, the 120 ambulance drove, and the doctor and nurse fixed Zhou Qiang with a stretcher and carried it away.

Cui Heming sat on the ground, soothing the spirit, trying to control blood pressure and not letting himself collapse.

What happened to Zhou Qiang? Cui Heming felt that he was a little better and began to recall this question.

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

There has been more and more news about overwork and death recently.

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

However, at the age of thirty-five, he finally did not have the pressure of living in the past. He suddenly suffered a heart attack and took away all his dreams and reality. (Note 1)

Only the wife who was pregnant for nine months and the child of six years old.

These memory fragments appear in Cui Heming's mind like a curse. They seem to be related and seem to be unrelated.

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

He glanced at it and other employees went to Zhou Qiang to go to the hospital.

Struggling to stand up, he returned to the couch for two minutes and then began measuring blood pressure.

The cuff is inflated and the pressure is increased.

Cui Heming has an illusion that he is on the plane, and there is a person around him who has a sense of infinite security to comfort himself.

Nothing, relax, and the emperor can solve the problem.

Normal blood pressure, Cui Heming grew a sigh of relief.

But what is Zhou Qiang doing? He thought about it and called the phone of an employee.

After the 912 was sent to the hospital, Cui Heming found Zheng Ren’s phone and dialed Zheng Zong. ”

“I have an employee who is crazy and is sending to the 912 emergency department.”

"I am bothering you, my chest is a bit stuffy... No, the blood pressure is normal, I am fine. I will quickly rush over and trouble you for a look."

Hanging up the phone, Cui Heming feels that life is really too difficult.

The classmates of the old family looked at their own scenery and had already worked hard in the emperor. But who knows who is in trouble?

Quietly lying for a few minutes, Cui Heming slowly sat up. He didn't dare to make his movements too intense, really if he 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……

Most of you are paying attention to your body, and you don’t have too much pressure. Every morning in the morning, it is for everyone to get up in the morning, when they are lazy, they have something to do, and they can start a new day with happiness.

It is not easy to live, pay attention to the body.

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