if there is no tomorrow

Chapter 6
I have clearly felt that my legs are getting heavier and heavier. When people get old, their legs get old first, and when people die, their legs die first. No wonder people who are about to die in movies have to sit in wheelchairs.

The three-day Mid-Autumn Festival holiday was over, and instead of going to work in the company, I dragged myself at home for another week.During this period, I received a call from Zhao Juemin, who asked me why I didn't go to work in the company, and I said I was going to die.He probably thought I was complaining, and told me with a smile: "Hurry up and write the will, and you have to handle the work handover."

I asked Zhao Juemin, "Are you going to dress me in sackcloth or filial piety, or will you care about my will?"

Zhao Juemin hesitated for a moment and hung up the phone.I finally dared to talk to Zhao Juemin like Wu Antong. It was very happy to say such words, like farting a long fart.I think this may be the pleasure of language, which I have never enjoyed before, even for my son.

Do I have to go to work today?I think it's still beneficial to continue working. There are many people in the company, which can distract me and save me from thinking about the damn "pancreatic cancer" all the time.Besides, this month's salary has not been received yet, and in the last days, even drugs and analgesia will need money.The reason why I have such an idea is based on the decision I made last night: resolutely not to go to the hospital.Because I believe that it is impossible for hospitals to cure cancer, and what can be cured is definitely not cancer.Of course, no surgery is allowed. After each operation, the doctor will tell the patient or family members that the operation was a success.Shit!Can you still believe what the doctors in the hospital say now?Mistakes happen in any human job, but who ever heard a doctor say something like "today's operation was very unsuccessful"?Chinese doctors are afraid of taking responsibility, and always exaggerate the patient's condition, and say that the disease is out of three, and the timid can be scared to death.There are two advantages to exaggerating the condition, one is that you don’t have to be responsible for putting to death, and the other is that you have to be grateful to me when you are cured.

I walked into the office again. I didn't come to work for ten days, and I felt a little strange.Half a day after I sat down, I felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, because everyone had a half-smile expression on their faces, as if they had taken the "half-step madness with a smile".I don't want to care, and I don't want to find out why these grandchildren take medicine. It would be good if they were all insane, and it would save me from being too lonely on the road to Huangquan.In fact, when I was in such a situation, I felt that it was really fucking worthless to worry about this and spend so much time calculating that.Everyone seems to be in a competition, who can make more money than who, who can climb the ladder better than who, who is more of a thief than who.

Wu Antong came in with his trousers buttoned up, and the girl Yao at the front desk smelled alcohol, and asked Wu Antong with a smile, "Mr. Wu, did you drink this morning?"

Wu Antong had a laugh: "Little girl is joking with my brother, I drank too much with my client last night, I have type O blood, so this wine wakes up slowly, and peeing in the morning smells like alcohol."

Because this bastard has a lot of clients, he has to drink and socialize almost every day. He drank so much that his hands often trembled. There were at least [-] steps from the bathroom to the office, and he still couldn't finish buttoning the three buttons in his crotch.

When Wu Antong passed by my work station, he was taken aback for a moment, and he buttoned his trousers and asked me, "I haven't seen you for more than ten days, have you lost weight?"

After asking, Wu Antong pulled his hand from his crotch to touch my head. I knew that this guy never washed his hands when he urinates and defecated, so I hurriedly blocked his dirty hands and said to him, "If you have something to say, don't do it."

Wu Antong said, "Your temper has grown from taking gunpowder."

I grabbed a paper knife from the desk, lowered my voice and said to Wu Antong, "I'm in a bad mood today, if you dare to slap my head again, I'll make it impossible for you to hold a wine glass for the rest of your life."

Wu Antong glanced at the paper knife in my hand, then stared at my face, as if he was a little uncomfortable with my gorgeous turn.His face turned pale and then red. It was the first time in the company that someone dared to speak harshly to Wu Antong, which really made him at a loss.The business leader in the company is equivalent to the star in the team, the pillar in the theater troupe, and the panda in the zoo. Everyone has to respect him.Seeing Wu Antong's incongruous expressions, I couldn't help but feel a little complacent in my heart: It's not useless to be terminally ill!At least you can say harsh words everywhere and enjoy the roughness and pleasure of language.

Wu Antong is worthy of being an old Jianghu, he is very good at resolving embarrassment, he stretched out his big face that was soaked in purple gray by alcohol, and said to me in a low voice: "Do you know what everyone is secretly laughing at?"

For the sake of him looking for the next step, I also cooperated with him to let him go down the slope. I said I didn't know.He said: "Last night, something happened to Zhao Juemin and Liang Anni. They went to open a room secretly, but Zhao Juemin's wife led someone to block him in the room. His wife just came to the company and made a fuss, which scratched Zhao Juemin's face. Well, anyway, this kid is shameless."

I am calamus!Liang Anni asked me to do that in a hurry, in fact, to fool around with Zhao Juemin, and I was the primer for both of them.No, the medicine introduction is not accurate enough, I should be their foreplay.damn it!He deserves to be caught!

Wu Antong probably saw my uncertain face, and then said flickeringly: "Zhao Juemin's department head can't keep working. Now, there is a vacancy for a head in the business department of our company. My brother, you behave well. Mo, I like you!"

I know what Wu Antong is thinking. He has coveted the position of the head of the business department for a long time, and he has been dissatisfied with Zhao Juemin for a long time.Now that the opportunity has come, how can he give it up to others? The fart he gave me just now is just my attitude today and the paper knife in my hand.If this incident had happened ten days ago, Wu Antong would not have glanced at me no matter if he was in cahoots or to solicit votes, because I am not even qualified to be his stumbling block.Wu Antong knew how much I weighed, and I knew better.But it's different now, because I have a terminal illness, and because Liang Anni uses me as an introduction to medicine.And because you, Wu Antong, have always looked down on Lao Tzu.Thinking of this, I said to Wu Antong: "Since you are all optimistic that I can be the director of the business department, then I will do my part. If the company leader wants to talk to me, I will reluctantly accept it."

I turned the volume up a lot for the rest of the office to hear.In seven years in this office, this is the first time I have spoken with such a loud voice.Just after I finished speaking, Xiao Yao at the front desk came in and said to me: "Mr. Yu, General Manager Wei asked you to go to his office."

Sales people have strong vanity, so the title of business manager is printed on the business cards of our salesmen, and we also respect each other as the boss.After listening to Xiao Yao's words, a group of bosses from the sales department who didn't treat me as a dish in the past watched me out of the office with their big jaws open.I walked not two steps away, Wu Antong chased after him in a small way, and said to me in a low voice, "Brother, if you can give me the money to my brother, I'll give you all the existing clients, how about it?"

I thought about it, and said to Wu Antong: "I always seek profit but not fame. If General Manager Wei didn't force me to do it with a knife rest on my neck, I would recommend my brother."

(End of this chapter)