A Programmer's Miserable World

Cheng Xingye was born in rural North China in 1990. Childhood is the cold wind at four o'clock in the morning, frozen fingers, and my father's bent spine. When I was six years old, my father said: Study hard and don't come to this place in the future. It took him twenty years to make a leap - he repeated his studies and passed the provincial key examinations, entered a top institute, graduated with a doctorate and entered a large factory, earned an annual salary of 300,000, and bought a house in Beijing. But fate never plays out according to the script: I earn over 50 million from currency speculation and my position explodes overnight; I lose all my money in futures; I get stuck investing in real estate. He met the daughter of a wealthy businessman in a bar and the daughter of a technological upstart at a driving school, and experienced the cruelty of class differences. At the age of 35, he received an optimization notice-the reason was that the code refactoring efficiency was too high. At the same time, my father's lumbar strain required 200,000 yuan for surgery, my mother had a cerebral infarction and was hospitalized for 3,000 yuan a day, and there were still 25 years left on the mortgage. When my date heard that he had been laid off, he immediately blocked her. He stood on a high-rise building in Beijing and thought of the wholesale market at four o'clock in the morning - the mud there was real, the cold there was real, but the father there was at least standing straight. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.