If she could do it all over again, Xia He would never let the tragedy of her past life repeat itself! With that thought in mind, Xia He quickly started making a shopping list for the apocalypse. Then, Xia He remembered where her computer was, took out her office worker's tool, and started typing on the computer.
Oh right! Oh right! I'm a corporate slave! I should still be at work today! Xia He took out her phone, intending to call her boss, but when she thought of Zhang Fuqiang's ugly face, she opened the green-and-white image-based WeChat app she hadn't used in a long time and sent her boss a WeChat message asking for leave.
I took a month off. As for why it's a month instead of resigning, it's because today is the 5th, and I still have 5 days' worth of pay to receive! The 1 month is because I've accumulated all my compensatory time off and annual leave! A month has already passed without me even realizing it!
After Xia He went to university, she moved out of the orphanage and worked part-time jobs of all kinds to save money, knowing that she was an orphan and had to rely on herself for everything.
After Xia He started her internship in her senior year, she worked particularly hard. So her supervisor took advantage of this weakness and kept exploiting her, making her work overtime and increase her workload without raising her salary. Moreover, there was no overtime pay; the only option was to give her time off in lieu of overtime!
Just one minute after sending the WeChat message, Zhang Fuqiang called, "Xia He! What are you doing? Taking a month off like this, do you not want to work anymore?!" Xia He was about to retort that with a natural disaster looming, what was the point of her lousy job? But then she remembered she still had five days' pay left, so she had to put up with it.
Weakly, he told Zhang Fuqiang, "Boss, I went to the hospital for a check-up yesterday. I've been diagnosed with stomach cancer due to irregular eating and sleeping habits. I need to be hospitalized for chemotherapy. Fortunately, it's still in the early stages, and I can recover through treatment. So I need to ask for leave to receive treatment."
Zhang Fuqiang thought about it and realized that Xia He usually worked without sleep, but then he wondered who would do her work if she didn't come to work. He was helpless, after all, she had stomach cancer, so he could only grumble and hang up the phone.
Xia He thought she would take a month's leave, and then take another two weeks' leave, saying that she was still sick and needed to take a few more days off. Since she was paid on the 1st of each month, she could have received five days' wages before the apocalypse began. Then she would decisively say goodbye to the lousy company.
After handling the leave application, Xia He began to organize the resources she had. Xia He had only graduated from university a year ago, and had completed a six-month internship with a salary of 2,500 yuan. After a year as a full-time employee, the salary for a junior designer was not high, at 6,000 yuan a month. However, Xia He also took on some freelance work. After deducting 1,000 yuan for rent and 1,000 yuan for living expenses and other costs each month, she had about 100,000 yuan left. Compared with the supplies needed in the apocalypse, this amount of money was really a drop in the ocean.
Fortunately, Xia He always dreamed of getting rich overnight, so she often went to the lottery shop to buy scratch-off tickets. In her previous life, on May 10th, which was five days later, the lottery would draw a huge sum of 300 million yuan, and the number happened to be Xia He's birthday! So Xia He remembered it very clearly. Thinking of this, Xia He stopped making a list and rushed downstairs to the lottery shop, betting 100 yuan on each section. Then she excitedly ran home to continue making a list of supplies.
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