Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

The plan has been formulated; now it's up to us to see how it performs in practice.

At this moment, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the busy figures in the room.

Several people were sitting together, intently discussing the details of the pattern making for the "Sad Brocade Book".

First, a sample was made by hand, then handed over to the puppet dolls, and everyone performed their duties step by step.

Finally, after one more careful inspection, it was sealed with spiritual power. The whole process was tense but orderly, and that's how it's arranged for now!

However, when they saw the first embroidery assignment, everyone was somewhat stumped.

We finally decided to invite all the people who know how to embroider over for a trial run as a team building activity!

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As soon as Qianheng entered the room, he stared wide-eyed and gaped open, his mouth agape, at the several rows of documents stacked almost as tall as a person on the table.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap! So many?!"

"Your intelligence network at Hibiscus Spring is way ahead of its time!"

No wonder others across the ocean know his little secret!

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Amazing! Amazing!

This is truly amazing!

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Seeing the atmosphere, Qianheng wisely stopped fooling around to avoid getting punished.

They quickly threw themselves into the sorting work, meticulously compiling the biographies of the sacrificed warm-hearted and cold-hearted sparrows from the registers.

His movements were practiced, just like when he sorted parts.

Although Qianheng's own research base was a complete mess, reflecting his carefree and unconventional approach, he was still an expert at this kind of work!

Early in the morning, Jin Yan, the founder of Furong Chunse, was hunched over her desk, not looking up or opening her eyes, just signing and stamping documents non-stop.

His movements were so practiced and fluid, it had become an integral part of Boss Yan's daily life.

Getting up early to work efficiently and getting things done ahead of time, with the afternoon or evening being the time to relax—is this the habit of a domineering CEO?

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Boss Yan's brain was working at lightning speed, like a supercomputer, meticulously analyzing the information before him.

His pupils were deep as the sea, without a trace of blue light. It wasn't the crucial moment yet; it was just a very routine task.

Otherwise, just like last time when someone secretly sabotaged him, Boss Yan directly activated the extreme 72-hour mode, handling a full month's worth of work for a normal person!

This sudden counterattack caught the opponent off guard and resulted in a hefty profit! ↗

However... Yan Ling suffered a complete loss because of a problem with someone's supply!

Upon closer inspection, it's a case of one loss and one gain—all for nothing! ↘

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Jin Yan also had some reservations about Qian Heng regarding this.

So Yan Ling just accepted a favor, and that was the end of that matter.

At that time, Jin Yan secluded herself in the Hibiscus Spring Garden, like a lone wolf poised to pounce, refusing all visitors.

Fortunately, those close to him were all his own people—no, they were Zhisheng's puppets!

She needs to maintain a normal routine in public, otherwise she'll just drift around the house for three whole days.

Working day and night, not eating or drinking, yet still full of energy to finish work!?

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It's been turned into a paranormal incident, giving him a reputation as a monster! ↗

This world is never very kind to women.

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Fortunately, the members of the Ghost Spirit Sect are exceptionally talented. If an ordinary person were to look at dozens of documents, they would definitely become dizzy and make mistakes in decision-making!

Jin Yan's expression was focused and composed, occasionally revealing a hint of murderous intent and irritation.

Fortunately, Zhiyun's refreshing incense acted like a shot of adrenaline for her brain.

It allows the CPU to run at high intensity. For working people, encountering a refreshing fragrance is like cats encountering catnip—they simply can't live without it!

Ji-yoon: It was just a little invention I made on the spur of the moment, but you guys have turned it into a timed, special-supply remedy!

If we don't make enough, we won't be able to supply it.

I feel so tired↘ヘ(＞_＜ヘ)

Yan Ling casually tossed the processed documents to Feng Che and A Qi; her movements were fluid and natural, a method she was already accustomed to.

Then, she selected some useful information from the intelligence she had and handed it to Jin Yan to replenish the data that had been used up.

This is their usual practice as a group of close friends. When more than three people are present, they tacitly divide the work to improve efficiency.

However, there's just so much to organize and declutter after returning home this time.

Although everything was in good order, it still felt somewhat oppressive; there wasn't even a chance to interject.

Indeed, work can cause depression in anyone, even highly energetic and abnormal individuals.

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Although Feng Che and Black Glasses were not familiar with the internal workings of Hibiscus Spring,

But Yan Ling didn't hesitate to let them join the work. Surely they could do the analysis and classification?

Whether it's classified reports, bills, or other confidential intelligence, you can view them freely; after all, what they can offer is just a summary.

It's just a show for outsiders and subordinates; in Boss Yan's eyes, there are no absolutely confidential documents.

Exposing it would only create more trouble; it's better to avoid trouble.

No one can be idle; everyone must be on duty! Everyone must be on duty!

Dark glasses stared at the paper in his hand, its ink stains as red as the color of red spider lilies.

This is clearly a highly valuable secret letter from the underworld, a compilation of high-level confidential reports from all existing branches of Hibiscus Spring.

One serving contains more than a dozen sheets, and the one I'm holding now is weighed directly—it's quite heavy!

Xiaxia was still somewhat dazed, thinking to herself: "On the second day of knowing each other, after working and communicating for less than twenty-four hours, I hastily showed him my fresh and beautiful self?"

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Wait a minute, he just came here to stroll around and join in the fun, how did he end up joining the ranks of those working overtime without even realizing it?

Those despicable capitalists! ↗

Seeing that Jin Yan and Yan Ling were completely isolated from their surroundings and formed their own little world, it was impossible to get a word in edgewise, so there was no point in making a fool of themselves.

While talking to Feng Che, the man in black glasses kept his hands busy.

He couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Didn't A-Xian say that you were on holiday when you went home?"

Is this how you're going to put it?

Looking at the bustling scene around us, all living things in sight were busy, working together on multiple fronts!

Even little Lingwu was forced to work as a child laborer doing accounting. Forget about a professional match; a single glance was enough to produce an accurate result.

After finishing the calculations, the little system continued to leisurely pick flowers and put them in its hair.

I'm so happy! Everything is new and exciting for the little one now, and he can have a lot of fun by himself.

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For a moment, Black Glasses could only think that this new home was really something else; had the blind man actually joined the Ghost Spirit Sect?

…It's like they're gauging the future; I wonder if they'll even get overtime pay! ↗

Feng Che, carrying a stack of documents, drifted away like a gust of wind. Meanwhile, our hardworking and dedicated Kui Xing was handing over his duties to Furong Chunse.

However, most of Little Star's materials were in foreign languages, and there wasn't "many" of them, so she didn't need any help. Little Star preferred quiet, so she didn't come over.

Feng Che shouted back, "Going home, doesn't that count as a holiday?"

Relax so much~

The last sentence echoed because the man, as swift as the wind, drifted away so fast.

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