My Years

Lin Dong stared at the email on the computer screen for three full minutes. The title of the email is very short: Notice about personnel optimization. There are only two lines of text in the text, without even a title, like a mass promotional text message. He read it word for word three times and confirmed that the words "Lin Dong from the Operations Department" were indeed on the list. The office is quiet. Xiao Zhang in the next work station is browsing the recruitment website, with the screen brightness adjusted to the minimum; Da Liu opposite is sorting out the drawers and stuffing personal belongings into cardboard boxes one by one. No one spoke. The ten o'clock sunlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and falls on the mostly empty workstations, making it blindingly bright. Lin Dong remembered that three months ago, when the company first moved into this new office building, HR showed them around and said that this was a dream place for Internet people. The entire CBD can be seen from the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is free capsule coffee in the tea room, and there is a massage chair on each floor. Everyone stood by the window and took photos and posted them on WeChat Moments, with the captions saying "New journey, new starting point." Now the new journey is over.