Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Afternoon tea includes not only milk tea, but also a small dessert for each person.

When Tang Tang left, as she passed through the large office, she could see everyone holding a cup of milk tea, looking quite pleased with themselves.

A smile played in her eyes as she prepared to walk out the door, when she heard the receptionist's soft voice.

"Dr. Tang!"

Ok?

Tang Tang stopped and looked at the receptionists with a puzzled expression. "Is there something you need?"

The receptionist, who had called out to Tang Tang, shook her head, then bent down and took out a well-packaged cup of milk tea from the small refrigerator next to her, quickly walked out and handed it to her.

"Mr. Tang, this is a cup of milk tea that Miss Tang Quan specially reserved for you."

Tang Tang took it upon hearing this and couldn't help but smile. "Okay, thank you for keeping it safe for me. Have a nice day."

She took the milk tea, turned and left, and could vaguely hear the chatter of several receptionists behind her.

"Wow, Ms. Tang is so beautiful and gentle!!"

"I cried. My heart melted the moment she smiled."

"Waaaaah, whose top boss has such stunning good looks? Oh, it's me, hehehe."

Tang Tang got into the car and took the milk tea out of the packaging.

Tang Quan was so thoughtful, and Tang Tang's mood immediately improved.

Tang Xiao and the others all knew Tang Tang's preferences quite well. The milk tea that Tang Quan ordered for her was from a famous local brand.

Made with pure fresh milk and additive-free mango juice, it doesn't have the rich and sweet flavor of other milk teas, but it has its own healthy and refreshing aroma.

Tang Tang took a sip, and the mango ice crystals were still gradually dissipating in her mouth.

"Does the master want to go back to school or go home?"

Tang Tang said, "Let's go home. The opening ceremony is at 9:30 tomorrow. We can make it in time if we go in the morning."

She then closed her eyes and mentally tapped the system, "Send me to that island."

She was going to check on how her island was being built.

[Teleportation activated.]

Tang Tang's body flickered and then disappeared.

Tang Xiao knew where Tang Tang had gone, so he continued driving steadily.

……

"Wow."

Tang Tang landed at the same familiar beach as before, and as soon as she landed, she could see the buildings in the distance.

The island is very large. The forest where we last met the king only occupies a small part of the island. The rest of the open space is now surrounded by long iron pillar walls.

The entire wall is made of high-voltage electric grid, which is about three meters high. From Tang Tang's perspective, all he can see is the ever-extending electric grid wall, and he can't see how big the area actually is.

Looking at the cold, imposing high-voltage power grid, she couldn't help but complain to the system, "This mercenary base looks a bit like a prison."

[...Indeed, but this is the style of most buildings.]

Tang Tang waved her hand, "It's okay, this style is cool too."

Mercenary bases are inherently places of violence, and conflicts may arise between instructors and trainees, or between trainees themselves. A tougher style is not necessarily a bad thing.

Tang Tang thought for a moment, then first whistled a long whistle towards the woods, and then she heard a loud and long tiger roar coming from not far away.

The whooshing sound startled a flock of birds in the woods, followed by the sound of running footsteps. Tang Tang took two steps forward and saw the king suddenly leap out.

It had clearly just finished hunting and was probably full, its belly bulging, and it hadn't had time to clean itself yet.

The tiger's entire face was covered in blood, and its fur was tinged with red.

As it ran towards Tang Tang, it lazily licked its face, trying to groom its whiskers.

Tang Tang looked at it with amusement, walked to its side and patted it, "Take me to the base gate, a place where many people come and go."

The king tilted his head, lay down so Tang Tang could ride on him, and then quickly ran off.

Tang Tang leaned down slightly, hugged the king's furry neck, and couldn't help but touch the king's body all over.

The tiger fur was slightly stiff, and it had a very peculiar feel.

……

"who!"

As they saw someone approaching from a distance, the guards immediately raised their guns and aimed. When they saw that it was Tang Tang, they quickly put their guns away and opened the door to greet her.

"Owner!"

"Owner!"

A group of burly men, all over 185cm tall, dressed in camouflage and carrying guns, stood in front of Tang Tang and bowed to greet her.

These were all subordinates that Tang Tang had drawn from the prize pool. She nodded, "Who is the team leader?"

"It's me, Master."

A young man in his early twenties with dark skin and very white teeth when he smiled walked over and looked at Tang Tang, saying, "Master, I am Abuke."

"Okay, show me around the base."

"Good host!"

Tang Tang dismounted from the tiger. The king was clearly very interested in what was inside and was unwilling to leave, so he followed closely beside Tang Tang.

It had previously displayed some of the might of a king, but today, perhaps in a good mood and having just eaten its fill, it clung to Tang Tang's legs like a big cat.

She walked forward, and the king walked forward too, its tail occasionally playfully tugging at Tang Tang's clothes or wrapping around her wrist.

Every now and then you can snuggle up to warm fur.

Tang Tang chuckled and patted its head before following Abuke inside.

"Master, this is the dormitory, and the canteen is further inside."

Abuk explained, "The dormitories are all single rooms. The base determines treatment based on strength, so everyone has a single room, except that ordinary mercenaries have basic single rooms."

"The stronger your abilities, the better your accommodations will be."

Tang Tang nodded; she thought this approach was perfectly fine.

Mercenary bases are different from ordinary companies; they are full of competition, and those who win the competition get to occupy better resources.

This is the only way to stimulate everyone's desire to compete, instead of just coasting along and waiting to die.

“The training ground is in front,” Abuk said. “There is a large playground where we run and cross-country with weights every day, and the middle of the playground is used for combat training.”

“Other shooting ranges, boxing rooms, or multi-purpose training rooms are in other places.”

Not bad.

The entire mercenary base is constructed of concrete, with various steel structures or camouflage patterns in between, giving it a distinctly military base style.

She and Abuk arrived at the stands. It was pre-dinner training, and the entire playground was neatly arranged into several squads, who were then running around the playground.

They run much faster than ordinary people, completing two or three laps in just a few minutes.

Of course, mercenaries are not like soldiers, and there are not as many strict rules. Most of them run rather haphazardly, with the faster ones running lazily in front and occasionally turning back to laugh at the people behind them.

The people behind chased after him, hurling insults and even giving him the middle finger.

There were people fighting in the middle, the punches were landing hard, and people around were watching the spectacle, the atmosphere was quite free.