Wedge: Sudden death and time travel in the year of birth
At three o'clock in the morning, the lights in the CBD office building were as sparse as the breath of a dying person. My name is Chen Mo, I am 36 years old, in my birth year, and a "senior cow horse" of Internet companies - this title is not self-deprecating, but a reality engraved in my bones. I worked overtime until early morning every day for three consecutive months, drank coffee from American to espresso, my hairline receded to the back of my head, and my savings were not even enough for the down payment in my hometown county. The "promotion and salary increase" pie drawn by my boss was still hot on WeChat. I stared at the dense reports on the computer screen, and suddenly felt that my chest was pressed by tens of thousands of tons of cement, and my breathing suddenly stopped.
"Fuck... You have to work overtime again?" These were my last words before my consciousness faded away.
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