Chapter 1 Unemployment

Xiang Kun stood in the subway, his body swaying slightly with the subway, staring blankly at the reflection in the glass in front of him.

It was a middle-aged man with glasses and sloppy clothes, with a slightly rickety back, obviously unkempt hair, which looked a little messy, and a large forehead was exposed, and the volume of hair was worrying, and there was a momentum towards the Mediterranean hairstyle. If you ask a stranger in the subway next to you, you will probably think that he should be in his forties.

But in fact, he just turned 30 a few days ago.

How did you look like this?

It's no wonder that when the boss half-jokingly introduced a single woman of the same age as himself who had just been recruited by the administrative department to date him, the other party looked at him with such embarrassment and disgust.

In the past few years, he has basically devoted his energy to work, going to work at 9 o'clock every day, catching the last subway home at 10 o'clock in the evening, working overtime on Saturdays, and sometimes working on Sundays. Even when I wasn't in the company, I was always thinking about how to optimize the code, how to solve bugs, and how to improve the product.

Since he started working after graduation and joined this company, which was just starting out at that time, Xiang Kun has been holding his breath to prove himself, to gain a foothold in this city, and to start a family.

In seven years, his annual salary has increased several times, and he has become the technical backbone of the company, has considerable share options, and has even bought a house - although the house is in the outer ring, less than 70 square meters, and the down payment is still partially funded by his parents, there is still a large amount of mortgage to be repaid.

It seems that it should barely stand on its feet, but it is still far from the expectations and requirements he has for himself in his heart, so he has not relaxed, and he is still working hard to improve the project, help the company go public, and turn his options into a huge amount of wealth.

But today, the boss told them that the company was bankrupt, but the money in the company's account was cleared, which was not enough to pay them this month's salary, let alone severance pay and compensation.

As an Internet company, it has no physical assets, just their work computers and office desks and chairs, etc., and even a lot of debts have not been settled.

As for the share options in their hands, they are naturally no different from waste paper.

Although with his work experience and skills, it should not be difficult to find another job, even if the salary is not as high as before, it should still be no problem to make a living.

But the previous seven years of dedication and forgetting to sleep and food, the investment that far exceeded the intensity of 996 work has become a joke.

Xiang Kun didn't worry about wages and compensation around the boss like other colleagues, he knew that there was no point in doing so, as for some people to move things from the company directly, when the company was about to declare bankruptcy, the people in the office property would not let them move out at all, and the most they could take away was their own work notebook.

The subway door slowly opened, the sound of the station sounded, Xiang Kun didn't want to think about work and the next thing for the time being, he got off the train one stop in advance, went to a food stall, asked for a dozen beers and a few side dishes, and drank and got drunk alone.

Xiang Kun actually doesn't like to drink, and it can even be said that he hates alcoholic drinks, because he doesn't like the kind of state where his brain is paralyzed by alcohol and he can't stay sober and rational.

Of course, on the other hand, because he does technical work, he is not good at and does not like to socialize, and he is too busy on weekdays to go out to parties with friends.

I don't smoke or drink, and the way to refresh myself on weekdays is to drink coffee, tea, and Red Bull, and be with coffee.

Xiang Kun can't remember the last time he drank, maybe it was in college, but he certainly didn't have more than a can of beer.

So he didn't know how much he was drinking.

However, when the third can of beer was down, Xiang Kun's face was already red, dizzy, his stomach was rolling, and he wanted to vomit.

Feeling very uncomfortable, he didn't care about borrowing wine to kill his worries, so he directly returned the rest of the wine, settled the bill, and called Didi back.

It was a five-minute drive from the food stall to his house.

Although the house he bought had been handed over, he did not move in and continued to live in the single room he rented, renting out his new house.

One is because the house is too far away from his company, if he moves over, the time spent on the journey will more than double every day, and the second is that the rent he gets from renting out the house is more than the money he rents a house, not to mention that he lives alone, and works overtime in the company most of the time, and the high cost of living is a waste.

Xiang Kun supported his dizzy head and returned to his simple and narrow rented house, and he didn't care about washing and undressing, so he slapped himself down on the bed and fell asleep.

......

When Xiang Kun woke up and saw the sunlight shining into the house through the window for the first time, his knee-jerk reaction was "I'm going to be late for work"!

But when he bounced out of bed and found that he had slept all night in clothes and shoes, and that he still had his own vomit next to the bed, he immediately remembered yesterday - the company was gone.

Xiang Kun rubbed his temples that were still numb and aching and sat down on the bed, but he didn't expect that the wine strength had not passed all night, and he was drunk like this with only three cans of 330ml beer, and sure enough, he was not suitable for drinking.

He took the mobile phone thrown on the bed and wanted to see the time, but found that the mobile phone had been turned off without power, and couldn't help but be a little strange, he clearly remembered that before leaving the company yesterday, the mobile phone still had more than 80% of the battery, and he basically didn't use the mobile phone when he went to the food stall to drink last night, and the standby ran out of power overnight?

It seems that this phone has been used for more than a year, and the battery has degraded a lot.

Thinking so, Xiang Kun charged his mobile phone, then forced himself to get up and clean up the filth that had solidified all over the place, changed the sheets and quilts, and then went to wash and take a bath by himself.

When he was taking a shower, Xiang Kun found that his hair had fallen out a lot, and his skin had become very rough, just like the frosted shell of his mobile phone, and his teeth seemed to be a little loose.

After taking a shower, Xiang Kun stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, wiped the mist off the mirror, and found that his eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles under his eyes were very heavy, and his cheeks seemed to be thinner, looking like he had been haggard for several days all night.

"Get drunk once and become like this?" Xiang Kun secretly decided in his heart that no matter what difficulties he encountered in the future, he would never borrow wine to kill his sorrows, but this sorrow did not disappear, and his body collapsed first.

After changing his clothes, Xiang Kun walked out of the bathroom, went to take the 40% charged mobile phone and turned it on, and found that there were more than a dozen missed calls, including former colleagues, suspected advertising sales, mothers, and dozens of unread WeChat messages.

Seeing that his mother's missed call was 35 minutes ago, Xiang Kun hurriedly dialed it: "Mom, what's wrong, are you looking for me?"

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that your dad sent you a message on WeChat and you didn't reply, I think it's a little strange, so let me call you and ask. ”

"I was in a meeting, so my phone was on silent and I didn't hear it. I was too busy before, and I didn't read much WeChat, so I'll take a look at it later, so my dad don't worry. ”

The mother's voice was a little concerned: "You have to work overtime even on Sundays now? You have to take care of yourself and your body, otherwise it will be useless to make more money." ”

Sunday?

Xiang Kun was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say that today is not Friday? He clearly remembered that yesterday, that is, the day he left the company, was Thursday?

After a pause, Xiang Kun returned to the desktop of his mobile phone and glanced at the date, today turned out to be really Sunday!

In other words, after coming back from drunkenness before, he slept directly for two whole days?