On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"Five o'clock?" Zhong Yi looked very surprised and asked, "Can't sleep?"

"No, no, it was staying up late." Chen Qian shook his head as if in slow motion, pause for a moment, "When I was almost done, the computer crashed and the file was lost. I did it again until five o'clock."

"Stay and rest." Zhong Yi suggested. Seeing Chen Qian's distracted look and struggling to concentrate, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. "You need to rest."

"I declined." Chen Qian continued to shake his head in slow motion.

Chen Qian's sleepiness was irresistible, so he fell into a deep sleep on the way to the publishing building.

Zhong Yi saw that he was not in good condition, but he couldn't persuade him to stay home and catch up on his sleep, so he was not in a very good mood.

Just like that, when the two people appeared in the building, they were evenly covered with a layer of dark smog, blocking everyone from approaching.

"Their elevator is really spacious." Chen Qian said without thinking, completely unaware that the reason for this phenomenon was due to himself.

After getting out of the elevator, the two walked one after the other in the corridor of the publishing house.

Not long after walking away, someone came to meet me. It was a young girl dressed in fashionable clothes.

She smiled and asked, "Is it Groot Chen and Mr. Zhongyi?"

"Yes." Zhong Yi nodded to her lightly.

"Please follow me this way."

After saying that, the girl slowly walked into the corridor, and they also stepped up to follow her.

The conference room is a large room at the corner at the end of the corridor, which is furnished with a set of wide oval conference tables and chairs with a strong business feel.

They sat down one after another on the right side of the entrance.

The girl served them tea very neatly, then said calmly, "The sponsor hasn't arrived yet, so you two may have to wait a moment."

"Well, it's okay. You go and do your work first." Chen Qian, who had been silently following the opponent and was in a trance, came back to his senses with a bleak smile on his face.

The girl quickly left the meeting room, and Chen Qian began to prepare to catch up on his sleep.

"What a pity, this conference room can only accommodate everyone... otherwise I could find a corner to sleep quietly." He lay on the table and unbuttoned his slim-fitting suit under the table with one hand.

This suit was so fitted that when he lay down, the coat squeezed his stomach uncomfortably.

With his hands cupped on the table and his head buried in his arms, Chen Qian closed his eyes and fell straight into a chaotic world, falling into a deep sleep.

How long had I slept? Chen Qian was a little dazed.

There were voices in his ears, seeming far and near, echoing continuously, one after another, disturbing his dreams without any regular pattern.

Chen Qian tentatively raised his head slightly, looked around, and involuntarily became dignified.

He was surprised to see that the conference room, which had originally been occupied by Zhong Yi and him, had been filled with people. They were now staring intently at the projector at the end of the conference table, listening to the speaker's speech.

Judging from the number of pages in the PPT projector, the meeting has already started for quite some time.

Chen Qian quietly straightened his back and sat up straight, observing the expressions of the people around him.

Very good, everyone was attending the meeting seriously and no one noticed that he dozed off here and woke up later.

He cautiously poked Zhong Yi next to him, leaned over and asked quietly, "Why didn't you wake me up when the meeting started?"

"Yes." Zhong Yi didn't look back at him, but quickly wrote down the key points of the meeting in his notebook.

"You're not yelling. How can you count as yelling if I'm not even awake?" Chen Qian continued, insisting, "How can you let your partner sleep during a meeting in front of the sponsor you're meeting for the first time?"

"That's okay." Zhong Yi circled a few words in the notebook, turned the pen tip and pointed across, indicating, "They won't mind."

Chen Qian was confused. He quietly returned to his seat and glanced inconspicuously at the place Zhong Yi pointed.

The elegant and calm woman was listening attentively to the speaker's speech. Her hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head with a plain hairpin. The loose hair fluttered with her movements, making her look casual and light.

The woman was very sensitive and felt the gaze almost the moment Chen Qian looked over.

She looked back naturally and nodded slightly, as a greeting to Chen Qian.

Huh—the moment their eyes met, Chen Qian was shocked.

Isn't this Shi Jiangxi? Why is she here?

Chen Qian frantically picked up the materials prepared by the publishing staff and flipped through them at random.

Chen Qian didn't bother to look closely, but his hand suddenly stopped at a certain page.

On a certain line of the page, it was written in black and white: Shibai Technology.

The meeting ended quickly, leaving only formal negotiations.

Chen Qian had never been involved in this matter, so he simply left Zhong Yi in the meeting room. After saying hello, he ran out to get some fresh air.

The floor where the publishing house is located is very close to the rooftop.

I originally just wanted to take a walk, but ended up here without realizing it.

The building was very tall, and the elevators were divided into two parts, one for each of the upper and lower floors. Chen Qian didn't remember the exact number in his quick glance.

As he exited the stairwell, the wind from the rooftop blew over unhindered. The wind was so strong that it made the corners of Chen Qian's coat, which was not tightly wrapped, rustle.

Looking out from here, you can see the hustle and bustle of traffic and tall buildings in the city.

It’s a bit like the primeval forest I once photographed, but it’s a reinforced concrete version.

Chen Qian stood at the edge of the rooftop, with layers of fences in front of him.

The outermost layer is for aesthetics, the innermost layer is for safety, and Chen Qian doesn't quite understand the purpose of the layers in between.

He walked around the balcony and suddenly found that at the other end, facing the sun, there was a sunroom with wooden benches inside, which looked like a place for people to rest.

"The sun is so comfortable, and the wind is gone. I feel so warm all over..." Chen Qian lay down on the bench, propped up his legs, and looked at the sky through the glass roof of the sunroom with half-closed eyes.

Looking around, the sky is a deep blue with light, barely perceptible clouds floating in it, indicating that today is an extremely suitable day for sunbathing.

hum - hum - hum -

Something was vibrating and humming.

Chen Qian rubbed his sleepy eyes and casually felt his pockets, looking for the source of the earthquake.

"Ah, I found it." Chen Qian took out his phone from his pocket. Zhong Yi's name was on the caller ID.

He sat up, cleared his throat which was a little dry after waking up, and answered the phone.

"Hey, Nakaichi. Is it over now? If it's over, I'll go back."

"Where are you?" Zhong Yi's tone didn't sound very good, and if you listened carefully, it seemed to have a hint of blame.

Chen Qian scratched the back of his head and asked nonchalantly, "What's wrong? Didn't you guys reach an agreement?"

"Chen Qian—where are you?" Zhong Yi did not answer him, but repeated the question in a more serious voice.

Chen Qian sensed something was wrong, but didn't have time to think about it.

He quickly replied, "On the rooftop, what's going on?"

Chen Qian could clearly hear the sudden noise on the other end of the phone, as if something had happened, and then he heard Zhong Yi sigh.

Zhong Yi continued, "Come down quickly." His tone was much more relaxed.

Chen Qian was confused and didn't fully understand what Zhong Yi meant, but he obediently stood up quietly and prepared to go downstairs.

Returning to the stairs, Chen Qian confirmed the news as he walked.

The first call to come was from Zhong Yi, who kept calling for more than ten times. However, Chen Qian had muted the phone before the meeting, so he didn't answer until the last call.

The rest were from colleagues in the publishing house with whom he had exchanged contact information. It was a messy pile, and Chen Qian scribbled down a list to confirm them one by one.

One message from a co-editor caught his attention.

"You didn't have a car accident, did you... Car accident? What car accident?" Chen Qian's mind froze and he silently replied with a question mark.

Most of the messages were parrot-like, asking where he was and whether he had left the publishing house. Except for this one.

Chen Qian was confused and was about to ask in detail when a female voice in the elevator announced that he had returned to the publishing floor, interrupting his train of thought.

He hurried out, but the next second, a white shadow suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision. He was unable to react in time and bumped into the person.

"Sorry." Chen Qian subconsciously stepped back and tried to get out of the way.

But before he could step back and firmly plant his feet on the ground, he was pushed back into the opponent's chest by a force. The two arms were tightly wrapped around Chen Qian like iron, making it difficult for him to break free.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant in his nose, mixed with an indescribable sense of familiarity. At this moment, he actually pulled Chen Qian back to the hospital ward.

The other person was very tall, much taller than Chen Qian, so his line of sight just passed over the other person's shoulder.