What It’s Like Being a Vampire

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 wearing glasses and sloppy clothes. His back was slightly bent, his hair was obviously unmanaged, and looked a bit messy, and a large forehead was exposed. His hair volume was worrying, and he had the tendency to develop a Mediterranean hairstyle. If you ask random strangers in the subway next to him, they will probably think that he should be in his forties.

But in fact, he just celebrated his thirtieth birthday a few days ago.

I actually grow into such a ghost?

It’s no wonder that when the boss half-jokingly introduced a single woman of the same age who was just recruited by the administrative department to date him, the other party looked at him with such a embarrassed and disgusted expression.

In the past few years, his energy has basically been devoted to work. He goes to work at nine o'clock every day, catches the last subway home after ten o'clock in the evening, works overtime on Saturdays, and sometimes works on Sundays. Even when I am not in the company, I often think about how to optimize the code, how to solve BUG, ​​and how to improve the product.

Ever since he started working after graduation and joined this company that had just started at that time, Xiang Kun has been holding his breath, wanting to prove himself, gain a foothold in this city, start a family and start a business.

In seven years, his annual salary has increased several times, and he has also become the technical backbone of the company. He has considerable stock options, and even bought a house—although the house is in the outer ring, less than 70 square meters, and the down payment is with the help of his parents. Part of the funding has been funded, and there are still a lot of mortgages to be repaid.

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

But today, the boss told them that the company went bankrupt, but all 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, they don't have any real assets, just their work computers and office desks and chairs, etc., and there are even a lot of debts that have not been settled.

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

Although with his work experience and skills, it shouldn't be difficult to find another job, even if the salary can't be as high as before, it shouldn't be a problem to make a living.

However, the seven years of devotion and forgetting to eat and sleep, the devotion far exceeding the intensity of 996 work, has become a joke.

Xiang Kun didn't argue with his boss about salary and compensation like other colleagues. He knew it was meaningless to do so. As for some people who just moved the company's stuff, when the company was about to declare bankruptcy, the people in the office building didn't care at all. Let them move out, the most they can take away is their work notebook.

The subway door opened slowly, and the sound of the station announcement 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 earlier, went to a food stall, and ordered a dozen beers and a few A side dish, drinking alone to buy drunk.

Xiang Kun actually doesn't like drinking, it can even be said that he hates alcoholic beverages, because he doesn't like the state where his brain is paralyzed by alcohol and he can't stay awake and rational.

Of course, on the other hand, it is also because he is doing technical work, and he is not good at socializing and socializing, and because he is too busy on weekdays, he doesn't have much time to go out with friends.

I don't smoke or drink alcohol. The way to refresh myself on weekdays is to drink coffee, tea, and Red Bull, accompanied by caffeine.

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

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

But after the third can of beer, Xiang Kun's face was already flushed,

Dizzy, stomach churning, a little nauseous.

Feeling very uncomfortable, he didn't care about drinking to relieve his worries, so he returned the rest of the wine, paid the bill, and called Didi to go back.

It is very close from the food stall to his house, it takes only five minutes by car.

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

One is because the house is too far away from his company. If he moves there, the time spent on the journey will more than double every day. The second is that the rent he gets from renting out the house is more than what he paid for renting the house. He lives alone, and most of the time he works overtime at the company, the high cost of living is a waste.

Xiang Kun supported his dizzy head and went back to his humble and cramped rented house. He didn't bother to wash and take off his clothes, so he patted himself down on the bed and fell asleep.

...

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

But when he jumped up from the bed and found that he had slept in his clothes and shoes all night, and there was his own vomit next to the bed, he immediately remembered what happened yesterday—the company was gone.

Xiang Kun rubbed his still numb and aching temples and sat down on the bed. He didn't expect that he would be so drunk after only three cans of 330ml beer after a night of drinking. Sure enough, he was not suitable for drinking.

He took the mobile phone thrown on the bed to check the time, but found that the mobile phone was out of battery and turned off. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. He clearly remembered that before leaving the company yesterday, the mobile phone still had more than 80% of the battery. Haven't used the mobile phone at all, and the battery ran out after one night of standby?

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

Thinking of this, Xiang Kun charged up his mobile phone, then stood up and cleaned up the solidified filth that he vomited all over the floor, changed the bed sheets and quilt covers, and then went to wash and take a bath by himself.

While taking a shower, Xiang Kun found that his hair had fallen out a lot again, and his skin had become very rough. Like the frosted case of a mobile phone, his teeth seemed to be a little loose.

After taking a shower, Xiang Kun stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, wiped off the mist on the mirror, and found that his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his dark circles were heavy, and his cheeks seemed to have lost some weight. The sky is haggard.

Did you become like this once you got drunk? Xiang Kun secretly decided in his heart that no matter what difficulties he encountered in the future, he would never use alcohol to relieve his sorrow. Before this sorrow could be resolved, his body collapsed first.

After changing his clothes, Xiang Kun walked out of the bathroom, went to get the 40% charged phone and turned it on, and found that there were more than a dozen missed calls, some from former colleagues, some from suspected advertising, some from his mother, and a few others. Ten unread WeChat messages.

Seeing that his mother's missed call was 35 minutes ago, Xiang Kun hurriedly called: Mom, what's the matter, 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 thought it was a bit strange, so let me call you and ask.

I was in a meeting just now, so I turned my phone to silent, and I didn't hear it. I was too busy before, and I didn't check WeChat much. I will check it in a while, and let my dad not worry.

The mother's voice was a bit concerned: You have to work overtime even on Sundays now? You have to take care of yourself and your health, otherwise it will be useless no matter how much money you make.

Sunday?

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

After a pause, Xiang Kun returned to the desktop of his phone and looked at the date. Today is really Sunday!

In other words, after I came back drunk, I fell asleep for two whole days?