又灌了口凉水，凉意顺着喉咙滑下去，可脑子还是像被灌满了铅，沉甸甸的往下坠。老王头那张脸浮现在我眼前，具体啥表情记不清了，反正就是那种“你怎么能这么废物”的表情。我把报表往桌上一捺，声音都得抖了：“都看看吧，这月报表，尽快给我弄出来。

底下几个小子互相瞅了瞅，有个叫小李的挠挠头，小声说：“哥，这是不是太赶了？这月就剩两天了，好多数据还没核对呢。”

我盯着小李，那眼神尖得能扎死人：“核对？你们是来给我捣乱的？我脑子不舒服，你们还添乱？立刻给我弄！”

小李脖子一缩，赶紧闭嘴了。另一个叫老刘的大嗓门儿凑过来说：“王哥，您别生气，我先带头干，大家伙儿一起上，保证今天晚上前给您凑出来。”

老刘 Designed to be a bit older, probably in his early 30s, with a slightly paunchy stomach that spoke of late nights and not enough exercise. He had a kind face, often seen giving out advice like an elder brother, but behind that amiable exterior was a sharp business acumen. He was efficient and knew how to get things done, which was why I valued his presence in the team.

“行，老刘，你带个头。”我挥挥手，“剩下的人，谁有本事谁上，没本事就给我滚蛋！”

老刘一拍胸脯，转身喊了几嗓子，大家伙儿就像被抽了鞭子似的，唰唰地围拢到电脑前，开始操作起来。办公室里顿时响起了键盘敲击声、纸张翻动声，还有偶尔几句抱怨和争论。我靠在椅子上，看着他们忙作一团，心里说不出的滋味。

就在这时，我的眼前突然闪过一个白光，像有人突然在我脑子里开了个窗口。我吓了一跳，差点从椅子上摔下去。