Aren't we friends? Why are you rushing at me?

In the office area of ​​Su Ningshuang's secretariat, the air conditioner was blowing gently:

Lin Shi sat in his seat, looking at the message "You can no longer fall from this level" that appeared again, and once again fell into deep self-doubt.

What am I doing? Is it really meaningful?

Looking at the somewhat empty table, I suddenly felt a little lost. I didn't know when this would end.

When he worked under Shen Zhixiao, he was so busy every day that he was practically flying.

Thinking back on everything that had happened, I suddenly realized the crux of the matter.

Shen Zhixiao seemed to have some mental issues before:

Specifically, this manifests as an extreme distrust of others. He needs to verify everything before he can feel at ease.

Fortunately, he had enough favorability points to draw a prize, and he did very well to draw "Business Processing (Advanced)".

Then, with the help of skills and the Baoxiao faction, it is only necessary to verify the core data, and the specific data is verified through two separate channels.

That's how he got through that period.

But ever since I was assigned to Su Ningshuang's place, my life has become completely "laid-back".

Su Ningshuang didn't pay much attention to him as her secretary at first, and didn't force her subordinates to assign him work.

However, he could understand, since he was an "outsider." Even though Shen Zhixiao and Su Ningshuang's industrial chains had no overlap, he couldn't just allocate them arbitrarily.

Seeing that the boss hadn't made any requests, the secretaries around him didn't assign him any substantial work.

After all, being at the very top of the secretarial circle, there's hardly any extra work for them to handle. Every single matter is crucial to the company.

The work is in your own hands. Busy as it may be, it's all real power.

Giving it away to others would mean dividing one's own power, which is something one would certainly not want to do.

Lin Shi was also with Shen Zhixiao, truly fed up with those documents, fed up with the business intrigues and power struggles, and wanted to take a break for a while.

He didn't even ask for any work.

Days passed by like this.

Lin Shi slumped in his chair, annoyed, and shut down the game. All that remained were the busy figures of the others around him.

He took out his phone, looked at the balance on it, and fell into deep thought.

3248 million.

A small portion of these figures represents the work bonuses Shen Zhixiao initially gave him, while the majority is the copyright fee Liu Ruyan paid for his songs.

He knew nothing about the entertainment industry, so he simply sold all those messy rights to Liu Ruyan, leaving her only the right to receive year-end bonuses.

If we add the 18 million that Xia Ye promised him, even if we take 3 million out of it and give it to Ye Cheng, we can barely make up half a small goal.

"It's still not enough..."

Lin Shi rested his head on the headrest, gazing at the sky, and kept sighing:

Recently, the algorithm seems to have its eye on him, constantly pushing videos about the "American middle class cutoff line," saying that the middle class there can easily fall back into poverty overnight, becoming homeless and trapped in a vicious cycle of "needing an address to find a job, and needing a job to rent a place."

He shivered several times when he saw it.

I don't want to quit my job and start my retirement only to be "killed" a few days later.

"We still need to find a way to make money."

"Start a business!"

"Start your own business!!!"

"With my business acumen, I'm sure I can make a name for myself."

Lin Shi suddenly sat up straight, his chest out, a "determined" light flashing in his eyes, his fists clenched tightly.

I've made up my mind. I can't keep wasting my time. When Su Ningshuang comes back, I'll tell her:

"I quit!" he shouted in his heart. "Even if I earn 100,000 a month, all I have to do every day is play games, coordinate travel plans with partner companies, schedule meetings, and then I can go back to my big house and lie down after get off work."

"But this isn't the life I want! I want poetry and freedom!!!"

The secretaries around Lin Shi looked at his sudden burst of "passion" without any thought.

Instead, she looked at Lin Shi with great interest, her eyes seemingly anticipating something.

Some people even started counting in their heads:

"three"

"two"

"Snap"

Before he could even count to one, Lin Shi slapped himself across the face.

That confident expression vanished without a trace in an instant.

He rubbed his flushed cheeks, muttering to himself:

"Damn it, he doesn't know how to enjoy his good fortune, what's with all the acting big shot?"

"You can't just turn around 360 degrees and look at your surroundings?"

Upon hearing the familiar slap, the secretaries around him instantly wore expressions of satisfaction and went back to work.

This has happened several times before.

At first, they were quite surprised and didn't know what was wrong with the child. When they asked, all they got was, "It's nothing, I was just fanning myself, hahaha."

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, I didn't ask any more questions.

Just as she was about to get to work, Su Ningshuang suddenly stepped out of the elevator. The temperature around her was only one degree lower than the surrounding area, indicating that she was in a good mood.

The sound of high heels drew everyone's attention once again.

"Hello, Mr. Su."

The secretaries greeted Su Ningshuang in unison upon her arrival.

After offering his greetings, he immediately looked away without waiting for Su Ningshuang's reply, and continued to focus on the task at hand.

Su Ningshuang, however, did not reply as usual.

Instead, he walked straight up to Lin Shi, and seeing the still red and swollen handprints on Lin Shi's face, he was furious.

She slightly raised her right hand, wanting to touch the wound. She asked him if it hurt, but then felt it was inappropriate and had to lower her hand.

The secretaries were all working with their heads down, unaware of the current situation. But they all sensed the chill in the air and quietly pulled their thin coats tighter.

What's going on? Why is the air conditioner suddenly emitting so much cold air?

Seeing Su Ningshuang's angry expression, Li Wei quickly stepped forward and whispered an explanation:

Su Ningshuang usually stays in her private office and is unaware of the trivial matters that the secretariat handles.

But Li Wei stayed here every day, and she had seen Lin Shi's "self-reward" behavior many times before.

The cause and effect were explained in just a few words.

Su Ningshuang turned to look at Li Wei, her eyes filled with doubt. It was as if she were asking: Really? You're not lying to me? Lin Shi would slap himself for no reason?

Li Wei nodded repeatedly. It's true, he just likes to slap himself for fun. There's nothing I can do about it.

Then a hint of dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes.

You silly girl, you've forgotten your sister now that you have a husband. How come you don't even believe me anymore!

Su Ningshuang felt a little embarrassed, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she forgot to say anything more to Lin Shi. She turned around and quickly walked towards her office.

Their steps were quicker than when they arrived, as if they were fleeing this somewhat awkward situation.