Early the next morning, Guan Xi opened his eyes, and the last sentence Charles sent last night was still on the screen of his phone.
Charles: "She reminds me of you when I was little."
Guan Xi pressed the start button of the coffee machine and opened the curtains.
The electric toothbrush was stuffed into his mouth, the mint-flavored toothpaste penetrated his sluggish brain with coolness, and his dry eyes were opened by the comfort of cold water. She had been working overtime for many days, and her soul screamed with the desire to seize the opportunity. But the moment she pulled her face out of the cold water, her body felt extremely tired.
When he wakes up every morning, Guan Xi cannot tell whether he is faced with the desire for opportunities or the anxiety of losing value.
Or maybe desire and anxiety are two sides of the same coin.
But Charles was right, she did have rest shame syndrome. She couldn't accept that she wasn't doing her best. Why?
Guan Xi was in a daze holding a cup of coffee. Her bed faces a small Manchurian window. Looking out from the Manchurian window, outside the window is the "Ω" shaped wok ear wall. Looking up, you can see the tall buildings unique to first-tier cities in the distance, reflecting a dazzling luster in the sunlight.
The cell phone kept ringing. This was the tenth call her mother had made to her, and Guan Xi had not counted them.
She turned her phone upside down on the table and thought of her mother's slap.
…
Time goes back twenty years.
Guan Xi was still a primary school student and was robbed of 50 yuan for his tuition by gangsters at noon.
She was frightened and begged the teacher to call her mother to pick her up.
Mother Guan is here. Just as Guan Xi was about to cry, her mother rushed into the teacher's office and slapped her hard in front of everyone.
She fell to the ground.
Guan's mother yelled at Guan Xi: "You know how to find trouble for me! Why didn't he rob others, but he robbed you? You deserve to be beaten!"
Guan Xi was so frightened that he couldn't move and held back his tears.
Guan's mother stretched out her hand to hit Guan Xi. The teacher tried to stop her. The office was in chaos. Guan Xi backed away desperately, very scared.
Guan's mother's face was full of fatigue, her eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and her voice was hoarse: "Tell me about you. You can't do anything well. When did you ever become outstanding? When did you make your mother feel relieved? When did you make your mother proud?"
The teacher protected Guan Xi behind him, but Guan's mother slammed the door and went back to work overtime.
During that time, the factory where Guan's mother worked was about to announce the layoff list. She worked overtime desperately and even slept in the workshop.
The factory has not paid wages for a year, and 50 yuan is enough for them to use for several days. Guan Mu cannot afford to lose her job, and an exhausted person will never be able to speak properly.
…
Guan Xi is a member of the generation who grew up during the wave of layoffs in Northeast China. Her mother and father were both college students in the 1980s. They were assigned to work in factories in Tiexi District, Shenyang City. They were both laid off in 1999, and their lives were hard to come by.
In the past, her mother was always proud of her status as a college student. But when the building collapses, no matter who they are, young people going to the countryside, middle-level cadres, college students, model workers, retired workers, and demobilized soldiers are all equal in the face of unemployment.
At first, Guan's mother didn't realize that the glory of workers was fading, that cultural knowledge was useless, and that money would only make you stronger.
Guan's mother was aloof and could not stand the fact that the factory director's cousin used equipment as scrap steel to buy and sell equipment and refused to facilitate him in his position. After she was laid off, the factory director's cousin had already driven an Audi and looked very proud. Two people met on the street and laughed at each other. The factory director's cousin was so angry that he pretended to be careless and pressed the cigarette butt on the back of Xiao Guan Xi's hand, causing a deep burn. Now more than twenty years later, the scars are still clearly visible.
…
Guan Xi stretched out his hand and looked at the scar on the back of his hand, silently.
How do people reconcile with their scars?
…
History is always similar. What is the difference between the wave of layoffs at Zhuoxiu Group and the wave of layoffs in the 1990s?
Entering the new office, Guan Xi drank a glass of American wine with an expressionless expression.
Half an hour later, she drank another glass.
Pan Qiaomu's office was locked. Guan Xi frowned and opened the collaborative office software and found that Pan Qiaomu's schedule for the next ten days was all red and turned into "business trips." She checks her mailbox. The email sent to Pan Qiaomu yesterday showed as unread.
She was originally scheduled to complete the handover of relevant resources with Pan Qiaomu today and visit key targets one by one. However, Pan Qiaomu deliberately avoided it, probably hoping that her KPI this month would be open to the public.
The door of Guan Xi's office is closed. The eyes of everyone on the project fell on it intentionally or unintentionally.
…
Chen Jiaxian put her resignation gift, an Estee Lauder box, into her backpack. She printed out the resignation form and went to the Information Department to return the computer. When she came back, she passed by the tea room.
"...Mr. Pan is gone, how will Mr. Guan carry out his work?"
"Actually, Mr. Pan also gets his resources from the headquarters. Logically speaking, these resources should also belong to the project..."
"Forget it, why do you care about this? Mr. Pan and Mr. Guan are both fighting. If they lose, they will be confused. We, the soldiers, are the ones who carry the cake. No matter who wins, we will carry the cake."
"As long as it doesn't hit me. Did you hear that the next round of layoffs is brewing?"
"Scared! Still cutting???"
Chen Jiaxian handed back her work ID card, carried her bag, and walked out of the project office building.
With a five-digit severance package in his bank card.
She put her hand into her pants pocket and held Guan Xi's work ID card tightly.
who I am?
I am a person who steals other people's manual cards. Chen Jiaxian thought.
Prometheus once stole fire. This fire also burned in Chen Jiaxian's hands.
Her soul despised herself because of the theft, and her pure morals were stained with filth, but her heart was secretly excited by the betrayal.
…
Guan Xi went to the front desk to apply for a new work card, and Yu Ben and the people from the engineering department finished their morning run and walked into the office.
The two met each other.
Yu Ben was the first to speak: "I've been busy these past two days, so I haven't paid much attention to your current situation. Are you still getting used to it here?"
Guan Xi paused and said, "Everything is fine."
She keenly felt the glances of people behind Yu Bi who were trying their best to hide it.
Yu Ben glanced at Pan Qiaomu's closed office and said, "Okay."
Zhuoxiu Group has no secrets. The war between Pan Qiaomu and Guan Xi started, and Yu Ben couldn't help each other.
Yu Ben left, and the smile on Guan Xi's lips faded. She looked at her phone. Neither Pan Qiaomu nor his assistant answered her call.
In the tea room, Guan Xi met the head of the design department.
"Pan Qiaomu is Jun Ziyi's old subordinate." He pressed the start button of the coffee machine and chatted with Guan Xi, "A few years ago, when Jun Ziyi went to work in the group's nursing home, he hired Pan Qiaomu from a foreign company. He served as deputy, and later Jun Ziyi was promoted, and Pan Qiaomu followed her back to the property line."
"Jun Ziyi also worked as a pensioner?" Guan Xi was a little surprised. The elderly care business is the most remote business of Zhuoxiu Group.
"I have been working for two years." said the head of the design department. "Was she pregnant at that time? Since she is pregnant, she has to give up her position, right? Li Zhuoxiu can bear her to have an idle life, but the people below her can't stand it. Steal her seat?"
"Then who took her seat at that time?" Guan Xi asked.
The steam from the hot coffee rose up, Xu Xu covered the design director's smile: "You know him."
"Hu Yu." He said.
