Chapter 1992 Crazy (Leader Quietly Waiting for Your Arrival Plus 1)

Cui Heming worked desperately.

The market competition is fierce and the pressure is increasing. A small company like his, in the software service industry, can only survive in the cracks.

It would be great if a blockbuster software could be made and the company as a whole be acquired by Big Mac.

Every time Cui Heming used this reason to comfort himself.

But he also knows that this is just a pipe dream.

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

If it was nine nine six, that would be great.

Cui Heming has not been home for the third day, so he sleeps on the sofa in the office when he is tired. 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 a by-product of overuse of the brain.

Everyone's temper unknowingly began to flare up, perhaps because of work pressure, or because of 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 functional drinks have become the theme of the past few days. Everyone desperately uses these things to increase energy and keep themselves from falling asleep.

Customers don't know their needs, so they create needs. This is Cui Heming's idea. To survive in the cracks, without some innovation is not enough.

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

Work overtime, it's not easy to have a job that earns money to support a living in a first-tier city.

Cui Heming made a cup of coffee, fixed his eyes on the screen, swiped 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 hot. After taking only half a sip, I almost spit 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 burns.

After being scalded, he seemed to be a little more energetic, so he picked up the vitamin energy drink beside him and took a big sip.

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

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Soon, there was the sound of shattering glass and a woman's scream.

Cui Heming was taken aback.

He didn't have a good rest for too long, and his blood pressure was too high, 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, and rarely rests. He is Cui Heming's right-hand man.

What's going on here? Cui Heming was a little puzzled, and opened the door full of worry and anxiety.

As soon as he walked out, a file folder hit him on the head with a "snap".

Now Cui Heming was furious.

"What are you doing!" Cui Heming roared.

Zhou Qiang's eyes were red and bloodshot, showing a morbid madness. He picked up various documents and threw them on the surrounding colleagues.

Irritable to the extreme, like a trapped animal, it is doing its last struggle with all its strength.

"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 told himself that he must 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 some "struggling", Zhou Qiang was finally controlled while panting heavily.

"Mr. Cui, what should we 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 the increase in blood pressure.

Zhou Qiang was held down, his hands and feet were twitching non-stop, and he was panting heavily, probably he didn't know what he was doing now.

Seeing Zhou Qiang's appearance, Cui Heming highly suspected that his spirit had collapsed. What the hell! I hope it doesn't cause any mental illness.

Although you will die from overwork, you will starve to death if you are not overworked. This is a dilemma.

There is no easy word in the world of adults. If you want to describe it, Cui Heming feels that the word isolated and helpless is enough to describe his current situation.

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

There is no way, let's go to the hospital first, he tries not to think about things that raise 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, soothing his mind, 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 question.

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

Recently there has been more and more news about karoshi.

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 rent the house as income, then retire and start a new life.

But at the age of thirty-five, he still couldn't get over the pressure of life. A sudden myocardial infarction took away all his dreams and reality. (Note 1)

Only his nine-month pregnant wife and six-year-old child were left behind.

These memory fragments appeared in Cui Heming's mind like a spell, seemingly related or not.

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

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

Struggling to stand, he returned to the couch 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 the plane, and there was a person beside him who made him feel infinitely safe, comforting him.

It's okay, just relax, the problem can be solved in the imperial capital.

With normal blood pressure, Cui Heming let out a long breath.

But what happened to Zhou Qiang? He thought for a while and dialed an employee's phone.

After asking Ming to send the hospital is 912, Cui Heming found Zheng Ren's phone and called.

"Boss Zheng."

"I have an employee who's gone mad and is in the 912 emergency department."

"Excuse me, my chest is tight... No, no, my blood pressure is normal, I'm fine. I'll rush over soon, please take a look for me."

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

The classmates from my hometown looked at their own scenery, and they had already worked hard in the imperial capital. But who would know my 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, nobody really wanted to die.

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Note 1: 2 weeks ago, a friend of a friend just passed away.

silent……

All book friends, pay attention to your health, don't practice immortality and stay up late, and don't stress too much. It is updated every morning, so that everyone can get up early in the morning and have something to do when they are lazy, so that they can start a new day happily.

Living is not easy, pay attention to your body.