There is a problem with Cancan's computer.
The manuscript is lost and the document cannot be loaded, but there is no backup yet.
Looking at the black screen of the computer, Cancan burst into tears.
The supervisor kept urging her to do the job, so Cancan went to report to him and explain the whole story.
I'm waiting at the door.
I could clearly hear the supervisor's reprimand from inside.
"What are you doing? You didn't even back up such important information? Is this your first day at the company?"
"Tomorrow is the deadline, and you're telling me today that all the manuscripts are gone? The work of a week's hard work is gone?"
The supervisor was furious and paced around the office.
"Tell me, what should I do now?!"
Cancan was sobbing.
I returned to work and saw a group of colleagues gathered around Cancan's computer trying to fix it.
I don't know who pressed which button, but the computer actually turned on.
Before everyone could show their joy, they found that the file still could not be opened.
Suddenly, there was a cloud of gloom and sadness.
After a while, Cancan came back, his eyes red as two walnuts, "The supervisor said that we should all work overtime tonight to redraw the picture."
"ah?!"
“Isn’t this fatal?”
"But we're supposed to finish a week's worth of work in just one day?!"
It's 9:00 am now and the deadline to submit the manuscript is 12:00 noon tomorrow. This is simply hellish difficulty.
Amidst the grumbling, Cancan felt extremely guilty. He rubbed his eyes and said with a heavy nasal voice, "I'm sorry for everyone. I've caused trouble for everyone..."
"If possible, I would rather work overtime to complete it alone, but this job is not something I can handle alone. I'm sorry!"
She bowed deeply.
No one spoke. Although she felt sorry for herself, her colleagues who had to work overtime were in no mood to comfort her.
I walked forward and said, "Complaining now is not the solution to the problem. Let's just work hard."
"You say it's easy, but do you know how long we worked to complete it? A week's workload is now compressed into one day and one night. This is killing us!"
I looked at the dissatisfied woman.
"Then do you have any other solution?"
The woman said, "You don't have to do the work, so of course you can make sarcastic remarks. It's easy for you to talk without any pain in your waist."
"I'll help too."
I looked at the crowd, "Because now, we are all one."
If one person fails to complete it, everyone will be in trouble.
Complaining and blaming are of no use.
The only thing to do is to try your best.
Cancan wiped his eyes and said, "I owe you all a favor for this matter. As long as you are willing to help me complete the work, I will treat everyone to a meal afterwards!"
Everyone looked at each other.
In the silence, someone said, "Forget it, forget it. Cancan didn't do it on purpose. This is an unexpected accident that no one expected. We can always solve it by working together."
"There's no point complaining now."
"Might as well get to work."
"Tina, I remember the first draft is on your computer, right?"
“I have it here!”
Everyone got busy right away.
Cancan was so moved by everyone's expressions that I reminded her, "Don't cry, work hard with everyone."
"Okay, thank you."
Cancan wiped away her tears and joined the busy army.
As the work progressed, the results were quite significant, but work morale was also gradually declining.
I was very motivated at the beginning.
In the end, the resentment was deep.
Especially when watching people from other departments go home one after another after get off work, while everyone still has to sit in front of the computer, although no one complains, the resentment in them is almost turning into reality.
It is no exaggeration to say that each one of them looks like a ghost.
When I came in from outside and saw this group of people, I almost thought I had walked into the wrong house.
This is not the design department.
It's a haunted house.
I carried large and small bags and placed the prepared meal sets in front of everyone. In a short while, they were almost all distributed.
Someone opened the lid and the aroma of food filled the air.
"Wow, braised spareribs!"
“Braised pork!”
“Stir-fried green beans!”
“My favorite sweet and sour carp!”
Everyone was drooling at the sight of the food in front of them. Someone awkwardly said to me, "Thank you for bringing us midnight snacks. It's expensive for you."
I kept one box for myself and gave the other one to Cancan.
"Don't be polite, just eat quickly."
"Thank you."
The person who spoke was a young man sitting next to me. He was a little socially anxious and usually acted like a mute robot.
I never chat or gossip with anyone.
I found it strange to see him say that. "You're welcome. I brought you some midnight snacks just to give you more energy to work."
The man was silent.
Cancan chuckled, and then everyone else started laughing too.
I don't understand either, what's so funny.
But this atmosphere was much stronger than the resentment that filled the room just now.
After dinner, everyone returned to work.
We originally thought that the work would not be completed until noon the next day, or even that it might not be completed, but we all underestimated ourselves.
At 5:00 in the morning, everyone successfully drew the lost manuscripts with their excellent memory and years of work experience.
"Done!"
I don't know who made the exclamation.
Everyone collapsed in their chairs, as if their bodies had been hollowed out.
"Then we can go home now." I glanced at the time on my phone. "It's 4:40 now. Everyone, hurry up and go home and have a good rest."
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