Ren Mingcheng stared at the email on the computer screen, tapping his fingers on the desktop unconsciously. I have read the notice from the Human Resources Department three times, and every word is like a needle pricking my eyes.
"Due to the company's business adjustments, your position will be optimized..."
"Optimization", what a decent way to say it. I have worked for this Internet company for five years and have never complained about working overtime. What I got in exchange was this farewell letter of less than 200 words.
The air conditioner in the office hummed, but it couldn't dispel the heat in my heart. Ren Mingcheng loosened his tie and suddenly felt that the cubicle was like a cage - outside the glass wall was the neon flashing of the urban forest, and the traffic never stopped.
"Mingcheng, are you okay?" My colleague Xiao Wang came over and said in a low voice, "I heard that one-third of the technical department has been laid off..."
"I'm fine." Ren Mingcheng forced a smile and quickly closed the email interface, "I've wanted to take a rest for a long time."
On the subway after get off work, Ren Mingcheng looked at the billboards flying by outside the window, and a thought grew in his heart: escape from here, escape completely.
