Cui Heming worked hard.
The market competition is fierce and the pressure is increasing. Small companies like his, in the software services industry, can only survive in the cracks.
It would be great if we could make a hit piece of software and then the entire company be acquired by a giant.
Cui Heming used this reason to comfort himself every time.
But he also knew that this was just a daydream.
A small company is not as bloated as a large company, but Cui Heming, the nominal manager and CEO, is also on the front line and enjoying the nine-nine-six.
If it were really ninety-six, that would be great.
This was the third day Cui Heming didn't go home. When he was tired, he took a nap on the sofa in the office. Working with him, there are 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 "burnt" smell in the office, which is the by-product of overuse of the brain.
Everyone's temper started to get hotter without realizing it, maybe because of work pressure or because they kept staying up late.
The company's coffee machine is no longer used. After all, grinding coffee also takes time.
Instant coffee and refreshing vitamin energy drinks have become the theme these days. Everyone is desperately using these things to add energy and keep themselves from falling asleep.
If customers don't know what they need, then create the need. This is Cui Heming's idea.
It is easy to come up with a concept, but it becomes extremely difficult to implement it.
Just work overtime, it's not easy to have a profitable job and survive in a first-tier city.
Cui Heming made a cup of coffee, stared at the screen, slid the mouse with his right hand, picked up the coffee cup with his left hand and took a sip.
He forgot that the coffee was freshly brewed and the water was very hot. After only taking half a sip, I almost spat the coffee onto the computer screen.
Cui Heming habitually held his ears with his hands, as if this could relieve the pain caused by mild burns.
And he seemed to be more energetic after being burned. He picked up the vitamin energy drink next to him, opened it and took a big sip.
I don't know if it was a psychological effect or the drink was really helpful. Cui Heming felt that he was full of energy again and began to work hard with all his strength.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside.
Soon, there was the sound of breaking glass and a woman's scream.
Cui Heming was startled for a moment.
He hadn't had a good rest for too long, and his blood pressure was on the high side, which made his nerve reflexes slow down a few beats.
After a few seconds, Cui Heming realized that the roar coming from outside should be an employee named Zhou Qiang.
He is very capable, energetic, rarely rests, and is Cui Heming's right-hand man.
What's going on here? Cui Heming was a little confused and opened the door full of worry and anxiety.
As soon as he walked out, a folder hit his head with a bang.
Cui Heming was angry now.
"What are you doing!" Cui Heming shouted.
Zhou Qiang's eyes were red and bloodshot, showing a sense of morbid madness. He picked up various documents and threw them at the colleagues around him.
He was extremely irritable, like a trapped animal, trying its best to make its final struggle.
"Catch him!" Cui Heming felt his blood pressure rise suddenly, making him dizzy and spinning.
After undergoing aortic arch replacement surgery at 912 six months ago, he was afraid of similar problems.
Mr. Zhao has told himself to control his blood pressure. If he gets sick again, he will not be so lucky to meet Boss Zheng.
Subconsciously, he covered his chest with his hands, but Zhou Qiang went "crazy" in front of him, making Cui Heming's blood pressure uncontrollable.
After a "struggle", Zhou Qiang was finally controlled while gasping for breath.
"Mr. Cui, what should I do?" an employee asked.
"What else can I do? Call 120!" Cui Heming leaned against the wall. He was really afraid that his aorta or other blood vessels would be torn again due to elevated blood pressure.
Zhou Qiang was held down, his hands and feet kept twitching, and he was breathing heavily. He probably didn't know what he was doing now.
Judging from Zhou Qiang's appearance, Cui Heming highly suspected that his spirit had collapsed. What a deal! I hope I don't develop any mental illness.
Although one will die from overwork, but one will starve to death if one does not overwork. This is a dilemma.
There is no word "easy" in the adult world. If it were to be described, Cui Heming felt that the word "isolated and helpless" could sum up his current situation.
Looking at the chaotic office and the employees who had become extremely haggard from staying up late, Cui Heming knew that he must be worse off than them.
He had no choice but to go to the hospital first. He tried not to think about things that raised his blood pressure.
Soon, the 120 ambulance arrived, and doctors and nurses fixed Zhou Qiang on a stretcher and carried him away.
Cui Heming sat on the ground, relaxing his spirit and trying to control his blood pressure to prevent himself from collapse.
What happened to Zhou Qiang? After Cui Heming felt a little better, he began to recall this issue.
In fact, the answer lies in his heart. The work pressure is too great, and Zhou Qiang's spirit has collapsed.
There have been more and more news about death from overwork recently.
Cui Heming has a classmate who works hard in Yangcheng and owns four properties. After he is ready to pay off the loan, he can use renting as an income, then retire and start a new life.
But at the age of thirty-five, he finally could not survive the pressure of life. A sudden heart attack took away all his dreams and reality. (Note 1)
Only his wife, who is nine months pregnant, and their six-year-old child are left behind.
These memory fragments appeared in Cui Heming's mind like a magic spell. They seemed to be related, but also seemed not to be related.
Is your blood pressure about to collapse? Cui Heming felt vaguely that he had some chest pain.
He took a look and saw that other employees were taking Zhou Qiang to the hospital.
Struggling to stand up, he returned to the sofa and rested for two minutes before taking his blood pressure.
The cuff inflates and the pressure increases.
Cui Heming had the illusion that he was on a plane, comforted by someone who made him feel infinitely safe.
It's okay, just relax, you can solve the problem when you get to the imperial capital.
His blood pressure was normal, and Cui Heming let out a sigh of relief.
But what happened to Zhou Qiang? He thought for a moment and called an employee.
After asking whether the hospital he was sent to was 912, Cui Heming found Zheng Ren's phone number and dialed it.
"Mr. Zheng."
"I have an employee who is going crazy and is being sent to the 912 emergency department."
"Excuse me, I have some tightness in my chest... No, no, my blood pressure is normal, I'm fine. I'll rush over soon, please take a look at it for me."
After hanging up the phone, Cui Heming felt that life was really too difficult.
My classmates from my hometown saw how prosperous they were, and they had already worked hard to make a name for themselves in the imperial capital. But who would know about my own difficulties!
After lying quietly for a few minutes, Cui Heming slowly sat up. He didn't dare to make his movements too violent. If he really died here...
He didn't want to die, no one really wanted to die.
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Note 1: 2 weeks ago, a friend of a friend passed away.
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