The agreed launch time at the end of the month is coming soon, and a bunch of never-before-seen strange things are coming again. What I never expected was that Party A's online process was like a footwrap, long and smelly. The first is third-party testing, they will send a special tester for acceptance, this is still understandable, if there is a problem, it will be fixed, and then it will be launched after the fix. The trouble may be that it involves the settlement of a single function, and they strictly require that each function be signed by all leaders on a piece of paper. If the leader is there, it's okay, but often when the leader is not there, you can't go online if you don't sign, and if you don't go online on time, the fat man who is responsible for the operation of Party A will make more than a dozen calls a day. A few days later, after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, I finally updated the function at 10 o'clock in the evening after a four-day delay.

I thought that half of the major events of the month would be completed after the update, but I didn't expect that the disaster had just begun. As an application that can help users earn commissions, it needs to provide a virtual wallet function, which is convenient for users to withdraw to their bank cards or Alipay accounts after receiving commissions.

At two o'clock in the afternoon of the second day after this function update, the fat man of Party A called me and I didn't receive it, and after a while, Mr. Qi called me in horror: "Xiaosha, let Xie Lu check the wallet function, it seems to have been swiped!"

After ten minutes, the road was iron-colored: "It's over, the code is written incorrectly, and the balance will not be automatically reduced when the network card is withdrawn, and some people withdraw it several times for two yuan." ”

When I contacted Mr. Qi again, I only heard him shouting: "Tell him to turn off the function quickly!"

After the service was closed, we made statistics, from 10 o'clock in the evening to 2 o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, a total of more than ten hours, the other party ran the script uninterrupted to withdraw the commission, although each time there was only two yuan, but cumulatively, a total of 198542 yuan, that is to say, we lost 198,540 yuan in vain. This is equivalent to a year's income of me and Xie Lu, which was maliciously swiped away by the user. I inexplicably recalled Qiao Li's joking conversation with the real estate agent, and I had a feeling that I was in a different world, and the person who brushed the commission did earn almost all the down payments outside Xiamen Island.

The next few hours were devastating, Mr. Qi supervised the solution to optimize the code, and went to Party A to maneuver around, and finally everyone unified their voice, not the code was written wrongly, but was rushed to go online and was found by hackers to find a vulnerability and malicious attack. Because only in this way can we be understood by Party A, otherwise they will feel that our development is too watery and may terminate the cooperation.

The day passed very slowly, and Xie Lu didn't update the new code until after 11 o'clock in the evening, although Mr. Qi didn't blame him in person, but I seemed to see his frustration.

And I, a product dog, didn't check it well before it was launched, and I felt like I had a pimple in my heart, and I didn't know what I could do to make up for this mistake that would eventually be forgotten.

All in all, although everyone no longer mentions it, this incident has dealt a huge blow to my reconciliation path.

One evening, when everyone was gone, he was alone in the corner of the living room playing and singing Mao Buyi's "People Like Me".

An excellent person like me\ should have lived a brilliant life\ how come more than 20 years in the end \ is still floating in the sea of people \ a smart person like me \ has long said goodbye to simplicity \ why did he still use a relationship \ to replace a scar

Confused people like me, people looking for people like me, people who don't do anything like me, how many other people have you met

…… People like me who are unwilling to be ordinary \ How many people in the world \ People who are inexplicable like me \ Will anyone feel distressed?

That guitar was the first day I was here, he opened the door of the room, and the one I glimpsed through the crack in the door, the old, an inexplicable sad feeling welled up in my heart, and a trace of tears appeared in the corners of my eyes, and I couldn't help but walk over and pat him on the head: "Dude, it's all over!

He looked up, a pair of small eyes hidden in the twilight of the twilight, glistening with tears.

"Hey, you're a big man, why are you crying?"

"Nothing, loneliness. ”

"Lonely?"

"Yes, loneliness! There is a kind of loneliness, which can be resolved by adding a person to talk to, a confidant dog, and a kind of loneliness, the boundless world and the boundless fall, you don't understand!"

"It's okay to pretend to be deep!"

“……”

Didn't this guy just write the wrong code once? Is it necessary to suddenly become so literary? It seems that he needs a beautiful woman with a good heart!

"Okay, I don't understand, I only know how to eat!Let's go! Go to Uncle Zhen's for a drink!" I also sent him an invitation on a whim, I thought he would refuse immediately, but I didn't expect him to agree. Then the two of us had an awkward meal together, he didn't talk much, occasionally said that he didn't have enough credits to barely graduate, it was difficult to find a job with bad grades, and he stumbled into the current startup company by mistake, he said a lot of professional terms, I really don't understand the world of programmers, so I had to comfort him as if I didn't understand.

After eating, when he came back, he muttered: "There is a kind of loneliness that can only be resolved by eating lavishly." "I thought to myself that it's over, this quirky programmer, after a little frustration, suddenly became a literary youth.

Since then, we have been bound by an inexplicable bond, and although neither of us has broken it, the beautiful woman's instinct tells me that he has automatically joined the ranks of my spare tire.