It's my fault if I can't grab the red envelope

Early in the morning, Liang Qi drifted into the company with two big dark circles under his eyes.

"Damn it! Liang Qi, what's wrong with you?"

Liang Qi stared blankly at the past, and it took him a long time to react, and he said numbly: "I worked overtime until one o'clock last night, and I am about to become an immortal."

"Isn't it? Can your technical department do it? Do you work overtime so late?"

Liang Qi turned around and grinned stiffly at the man: "Hehe."

Liang Qi, a hard-working programmer of a well-known domestic software development company, is under the double pressure of product managers and account managers every day, and walks farther and farther on the road to sudden death, rain or shine.

Walking all the way to his place, Liang Qi exchanged an unrequited look with the program guy next door, "Brother, are you okay?"

"I'm about to die." The little brother program replied indifferently.

The two sighed at each other.

"Well," the little girl from the project department came over with a piece of bread in her mouth, "What are you two doing? You're so romantic!"

Both of them turned to look at her blankly at the same time: "You don't understand."

"Tch!" The girl from the project rolled her eyes at the sky, and was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something and came over mysteriously with her mobile phone, opened WeChat and said to the two of them, "Don't tell me I have good things to worry about." You guys! This group! Add it quickly! If you are late, you will not be able to get in!"

Liang Qi lacked interest: "I'm not interested."

The project girl stuffed the bread into her mouth, punched him hard, and said angrily, "You are stupid! It must be a good thing for me to let you join!"

Liang Qi touched his chest that had been punched, and asked weakly, looking like he was about to die, "What?"

The project girl looked around vigilantly before explaining in a low voice: "Look at the group name!"

Liang Qi and the program boy looked down at the past, and the words "resource sharing" were particularly eye-catching.

Liang Qi wailed: "Please spare us! We just work overtime every day, and still have the energy to watch movies?"

The girl punched her up again, "Watch a ghost movie! This is the entrepreneurial resource sharing group of the big guys in the industry! There are all god-level existences in it!" Then she looked around, lowered her voice and continued: " Our general manager is also inside!"

Brother Program said with a bitter face: "Grandma, you can do nothing to find fault with us! We can go out with the boss to start a business with our current virtue? Don't you think highly of us?"

The girl went up and punched again, "Don't you want the red envelopes! Oh, you programmers are so mad at me! Listen to me and add it right! The red envelopes given by the boss are all hundreds of dollars! I am in I stayed in the group for a week, and all the takeout orders were paid in small change!"

Liang Qi and the technical guy exchanged a glance, and immediately took out their mobile phone and scanned the code.

As soon as the two entered the group, a red envelope prompt popped up immediately.

Liang Qi quickly pressed down on the word "Demolition".

"Damn! What a local tyrant!" The program boy on the side immediately called out: "I robbed more than 80 yuan!"

"So many? I only grabbed forty!" The project girl said regretfully.

Liang Qi stared blankly at the big bold numbers on the phone — 1.26 yuan.

"...It's okay, there are always red envelopes, just wait." The project girl patted Liang Qi and said comfortingly.

Liang Qi put down the phone feebly.

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Still a short story!

Liang Qi: Blame me for not being able to grab the red envelope?

The handsome and unrestrained general manager who loves to give out red envelopes: Is it my fault?