Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

The headquarters of Nadutong is located in an inconspicuous industrial area on the outskirts of Beijing, in a different area from the administrative buildings in the city.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary gray six-story building with a sign at the entrance that reads "North China Regional Express Logistics Dispatch Center". It blends in perfectly with the warehouses of the logistics companies next door.

But only those in the world of supernatural beings know that the person sitting in this building is the one who oversees the order of the entire world of supernatural beings.

Zhuge Qi's Buick van was parked in the underground garage at 2:15 pm. Sunlight streamed in from the garage entrance, cutting a line of light and shadow on the ground.

He opened the car door, straightened the hem of his suit jacket, and glanced back at Feng Baobao and Liu Yanyan in the back seat.

"You two go with Lao Zhou to his office to get familiar with the place. I'll arrange your accommodations when I get back tonight."

Feng Baobao nodded, got out of the car with the thermos in her arms, looked around in the garage, and her expression was no different from when she stood in the courtyard of the North China branch.

Liu Yanyan followed behind her, carrying the small duffel bag in her hand, looking a little flustered.

Old Zhou had already received the news and had just arrived to pick up the car. He walked over quickly and said, "Section Chief, the office is ready, and the dormitory has been arranged. What do you think...?"

"Let's go upstairs first." Zhuge Qi said, already heading towards the elevator. "Is President Zhao in his office?"

Old Zhou glanced at his watch: "He should be here by now. There are no external affairs scheduled for 3 PM."

"Okay, I'll go see President Zhao first. These two are yours." Zhuge Qi pressed the elevator button, and his tall figure was reflected in the metal door. His suit pants were creased straight, his leather shoes were shiny, and his hair was combed meticulously.

As the elevator ascends, the floor indicator lights flash one by one.

The door opened, revealing a dark gray carpet in the hallway, which absorbed all footsteps.

The office doors on both sides were closed. Occasionally, one or two staff members would pass by with teacups, nodding slightly to Zhuge Qi, who would return their smiles.

At the end of the corridor was a dark brown solid wood door with a sign that read "Chairman's Office" in plain Song typeface, without any fancy decorations.

Zhuge Qi stopped in front of the door and knocked three times.

Knock knock knock.

The rhythm is even, and the intensity is moderate.

"Come in." A slightly aged but strong voice came from inside.

Zhuge Qi pushed the door open and entered, closing it behind him.

The office is much larger inside than it appears from the outside. A floor-to-ceiling window faces the courtyard behind the building, where several old locust trees grow. At this time of year, the leaves are a deep, vibrant green, and sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the windowsill.

Zhao Fangxu sat behind his desk, holding a pen, reviewing a document.

He was in his early sixties, with gray hair that was neatly combed. He didn't have many wrinkles on his face, and although his eyes weren't large, they had a penetrating quality when he looked at people, and an imposing aura of authority.

There was a cup of tea on the table, which had already cooled down considerably, indicating that the person had been sitting there for quite some time.

"You're back." Zhao Fangxu put down his pen, looked up at Zhuge Qi, and his face was expressionless.

"Mr. Zhao." Zhuge Qi sat down in the chair opposite the desk, placed his black briefcase on his lap, straightened his back, and folded his hands on the briefcase, his posture as upright as a student. "I'm here to report to you."

"Tell me about it." Zhao Fangxu leaned back in his chair, resting his hands on the armrests. "I've heard all this from far away; you've accomplished something really big in Tianjin."

Zhuge Qi smiled awkwardly, opened his briefcase, pulled out a folder, and opened the first page.

Before leaving Tianjin, he had already completed the reporting work and knew that there were some things he would definitely need to explain to General Manager Zhao.

He spoke in a calm and unhurried manner, arranging everything in chronological order. He started by encountering the Quanxing Four on the way there, then recruited Liu Yanyan as an unofficial assistant, followed by the handover of the North China branch, Lu Ci's personal visit to negotiate, Zhang Chulan being taken away by the Tianxia Society, his three visits to the Tianxia Society and his fight with Feng Zhenghao, Zhang Lingyu's visit, and the transfer of guardianship after Xu Xiang's death.

Each incident was explained in detail, including its cause, process, outcome, the handling of those involved, and suggestions for follow-up arrangements.

It took about forty minutes.

Throughout the entire report, Zhao Fangxu did not interrupt, but simply listened, occasionally picking up his teacup to take a sip of the tea that was no longer hot.

His expression remained unchanged; he neither nodded nor shook his head, like a calm lake surface, revealing no ripples beneath.

After Zhuge Qi finished speaking, he closed the folder, carefully put it back in his briefcase, and then looked at Zhao Fangxu, waiting for his response.

"Mr. Zhao, do you have any guidance?"

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Then Zhao Fangxu spoke up, his tone very calm: "Then I'll say a few words."

Zhao Fangxu sat up straight, raised his hands from the armrests, and placed his fingers interlaced on the table.

"Liu Yanyan." Zhao Fangxu held up one finger. "I have no objection to you recruiting her. The Liu family of Xiangxi is a powerful force in the world of supernatural beings. Bringing her over would be beneficial to the company."

But your method of recruiting people is too crude and easily criticized. I know your procedures are fine, but if this gets back to other aristocratic families, it will still have a negative impact.

"The window of opportunity was too short," Zhuge Qi said. "Liu Yanyan was in a critical period at the time, so we had to act quickly. But I will be more careful next time."

Zhao Fangxu neither refuted nor agreed, but simply raised his second finger: "What about Lü Ci's situation?"

"I admit it was indeed reckless." Zhuge Qi bowed slightly, adopting a very humble posture. "But the issue of the Lü family's Soul-Brightening Technique has dragged on for too long. Twenty-three years of monitoring has yielded no substantial action. If this continues, the number of cases of collateral branches awakening without reporting will only increase..."

When the company discovered that a branch of the Lü family had awakened the Bright Soul Technique and was attacking ordinary people, it should have dealt with it immediately. However, he suppressed the matter and suffered a lot of attacks in order to deal with Lü Ci, the big boss.

Now it's time to play this card, otherwise the effect will be much worse.

Even with President Zhao's support, one can't do whatever one wants; one needs to consider the attitudes of other directors. The power struggles involved are often invisible.

Zhao Fangxu then commented on several other matters, pointing out their flaws.

Zhuge Qi remained humble and patient, listening attentively without offering any rebuttal.

"Finally, let's talk about Feng Baobao's matter. You didn't tell me about this beforehand."

Zhao Fangxu's tone became noticeably stern. "Xu Xiang was a close friend and relative of mine. He's barely breathed his last, and you've already turned against North China. How can people think that way?"