5:29 P. M.
Zeng Shaoping's eyes were fixed on the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, and he was like a rocket about to be launched, entering the final countdown.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard, neither typing a line of code nor moving the mouse. This is a profound state called "Quantum Fluctuation Reading Style After get off work". On the surface you are working, but in fact your soul has drifted outside the company door and you are starting to think about whether to have the pig's trotter rice downstairs or Shaxian wontons for dinner.
"Five, four, three, two, one... Launch!"
After silently reciting in his heart, when the clock accurately jumped to 17:30:00, Zeng Shaoping's fingers completed the three sacred actions of "Ctrl+S" to save, "Alt+F4" to close the window, and click the shutdown button at a speed that exceeded human limits. The whole process was so smooth and seamless that only the afterimage remained.
Done!
He let out a long breath and slumped down on the ergonomic chair like a puddle of mud. Today is also the day that I successfully defended my precious personal time from the evil capitalism.
"Fu Bao Internet Technology Co., Ltd.", What an ironic name. Here, 996 is the norm and 007 is struggle. Only Zeng Shaoping, like an outlier, stubbornly adheres to the eight-hour work system.
"Shaoping, you're leaving so early.
