Cui Heming worked hard.

The market competition is fierce and the pressure is getting greater and greater. Small companies like him who do software services can only survive in the cracks.

If only if you can make a popular software and then the company is acquired by the giant as a whole, that would be great.

Every time Cui Heming uses this reason to comfort himself.

But he also knew that it was just a daydream.

Small companies are not as bloated as large companies, but Cui Heming, the nominal manager and boss, are also on the front line, enjoying the 996th.

If it was really nineteen six, that would be great.

Cui Heming hasn't been home for the third day. When he is tired, he sleeps on the sofa in the office. There are six other employees working with him.

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

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

Everyone's temper began to become popular unknowingly, perhaps because of work pressure or because of constant staying up late.

No one uses the company's coffee machine anymore, after all, grinding coffee takes time.

Instant coffee and refreshing vitamin beverages have become the themes of the past few days. Everyone is desperate to add energy to these things, so that they can't sleep until they die.

If a customer doesn’t know his needs, then create needs. This is Cui Heming’s idea.

It is easy to propose a concept, but it becomes extremely difficult to implement it.

Work overtime. It is no longer easy to have a job that makes money and support living in first-tier cities.

Cui Heming made a cup of coffee, stared at the screen with his eyes tightly, slides the mouse with his right hand, and holds the coffee cup with his left hand and takes a sip.

He forgot that the coffee was just brewed and the water was very hot. After only half a sip, he almost spitted the coffee onto the computer screen.

Cui Heming habitually grabbed his ears with his hands, as if this could relieve the pain caused by mild scalding.

After being scalded, he seemed a little more energetic. He picked up the vitamin functional drink beside him and opened it and took a big sip.

I don’t know if it’s the psychological effect or the drink is really useful, Cui Heming felt that he was full of energy again and began to work hard with all his might.

Suddenly, a noise came from outside.

Soon, the sound of the glass shattering and the screams of the woman came.

Cui Heming was stunned for a moment.

I haven't had a good rest for too long, and my blood pressure is too high, which makes his nerve reflexes slow down a few beats.

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

He is very capable, energetic, and rarely rests. He is Cui Heming's capable general.

What's wrong? Cui Heming was a little puzzled, and opened the door with anxiety with full of worries.

As soon as I walked out, a folder hit his head with a "bang".

Cui Heming was furious now.

"What are you doing!" Cui Heming roared.

Zhou Qiang's eyes were red, bloodshot, and he felt a sense of morbidity. He picked up all kinds of documents and threw them at his colleagues around him.

He was extremely irritable, like a trapped beast, trying his best to make the final struggle.

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

After undergoing aortic arch replacement surgery on 912 six months ago, he was afraid of similar problems.

Mr. Zhao reminded himself to control his blood pressure. If he gets sick again, he will not have such good luck to meet Boss Zheng.

Subconsciously covering his chest with his hands, but Zhou Qiang was "crazy" in front of him, making Cui Heming's blood pressure uncontrollable.

After a "fight", Zhou Qiang was finally controlled while panting.

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

"What else can I do? Try 120!" Cui Heming leaned against the wall. He was really afraid that his aorta or other blood vessels would tear them again due to increased blood pressure.

Zhou Qiang was held down, his hands and feet twitched constantly, 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. It's so fucking! I hope that there will be no mental illness to get better.

Although overwork will lead to death, overwork will lead to starvation. This is a dilemma.

There is no word for easy in the adult world. If you want to describe it, Cui Heming feels that the four words "isolation and helplessness" are enough to summarize his current situation.

Looking at the chaotic office and the extremely haggard employees who became because of staying up all night, Cui Heming knew that he must be worse than them.

There is no way, so he goes to the hospital first. He tries not to think about things that increase his blood pressure.

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

Cui Heming sat on the ground, soothing his energy, trying to control his blood pressure and prevent him from collapsing.

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

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

There are more and more news about death from overwork recently.

Cui Heming had a classmate who worked hard in Yangcheng and maintained four properties. After he was about to pay the loan, he could use renting a house as his income, then retire and start a new life.

But at the age of 35, he finally couldn't stand the pressure of life. A sudden heart attack took away all his dreams and reality. (Note 1)

Only a nine-month-old wife and a six-year-old child were left.

These memory fragments appeared in Cui Heming's mind like a spell, as if they were related, but they seemed to be unrelated.

Is his blood pressure about to collapse? Cui Heming vaguely felt a little chest pain.

He took a look and found that the other employees had gone to take Zhou Qiang to the hospital.

Trying to stand up, he returned to the sofa to rest for two minutes before starting to measure his blood pressure.

The cuff is inflated and the pressure increases.

Cui Heming had an illusion that he felt that he was on the plane, and there was someone around him who gave him a sense of infinite security to comfort him.

It's okay, let's relax, you can solve the problem by reaching the imperial capital.

The blood pressure was normal, Cui Heming let out a long sigh.

But what happened to Zhou Qiang? He thought about it and called an employee.

When asked about the hospital I was sent to was born in 912, Cui Heming found Zheng Ren's phone number and called out.

"Mr. Zheng."

"I have an employee who is going crazy and is being sent to the 912 emergency department."

"Please, I'm a little stuffy on my chest... No, my blood pressure is normal, I'm fine. I'll hurry over here soon, please take a look for me."

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

My classmates in my hometown looked at their own glory and had already made a fortune in the imperial capital. But who would know their own difficulties!

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

He doesn't want to die, no one really wants to die.

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Note 1:2 weeks ago, a friend of a friend died like this.

silent……

Please be careful, please stay up late when you practice immortality and stay up late. Don’t be too stressed. Updated every morning to get up early in the morning and have something to do when you are lazy and start a new day happily.
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