Official statement: Tongwei is dead! You chose Ruijin, didn't you?

When Sun Liancheng received Zheng Xipo's call, he was holding a thermos filled with goji berries and sighing deeply as he looked at a thick list of guarantees, dozens of pages long, delivered by Jingzhou City Investment.

Outside the window was a hazy sky over Jingzhou City. The smog obscured the sun and also the vast starry sky he loved most.

Sun Liancheng took a sip of warm water, his eyes filled with helplessness towards this mundane world and a deep longing for the Andromeda Galaxy tens of thousands of light-years away.

This mundane world, filled with the stench of money and endless buck-passing, is nowhere near as captivating as the vast and boundless universe.

Nothing is more awe-inspiring than the spectacle of a black hole devouring a star.

"Sigh, if I didn't still have to make a living on this earth and rely on this meager salary to buy a more advanced astronomical telescope, I would have already moved a stool to the top of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to look at the stars. Who would care about the trivial matters of you carbon-based beings?" Sun Liancheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Just then, the landline phone on the desk started vibrating wildly and emitting a piercing ringing sound.

Sun Liancheng slowly picked up the phone, but before he could even say "feed," a noisy commotion, like a market sale, erupted from the other end.

The roar of the idling machines, the shouts and arguments of the workers, and the grating sounds of metal clashing all assaulted his eardrums along the telephone line.

"District Chief Sun! District Chief Sun, are you listening? It's me, Zheng Xipo!" On the other end of the phone, Zheng Xipo's voice was extremely loud, almost like he was shouting.

Sun Liancheng moved the microphone half a meter away and rubbed his temples.

With a voice like Old Zheng's, it's a waste that he's not involved in interstellar broadcasting.

Old Zheng didn't waste time complaining; he knew Sun Liancheng hated listening to people pour out their grievances.

He only asked Sun Liancheng to make a "surprise visit" to Dafeng Factory that afternoon to see exactly where the bottleneck in the shutdown was.

"This isn't a place for you to endorse us, absolutely not!"

Old Zheng quickly added, afraid Sun Liancheng would hang up, and unplugged the phone line, "It's not about asking you to pull strings for anyone. We've asked around, and all these people say it wasn't their card, but the money just won't come out. It's unbelievable! The workers are about to starve. Please, consider it an act of salvation, come and take a look!"

"Alright, alright, I understand." Sun Liancheng's tone was flat, without the slightest fluctuation.

After hanging up the phone, Sun Liancheng sighed helplessly.

He calmly jotted down the contents of the phone call on his work sheet.

It's quite ironic, really. He's just an ordinary worker in the Jingzhou self-inspection team now, and he's no longer the head of Guangming District.

He had no authority to take over the company, let alone issue a decree to the bank to grant loans, but he knew that in this bureaucratic system full of red tape, ordinary people always preferred to follow their old habits.

In Lao Zheng's eyes, he always seemed to be "District Chief Sun," the one who could have a say in the district.

"District chief? Heh, on the scale of the universe, even Earth is just a speck of dust. What is a district chief? Not even the leader of a single-celled organism." Sun Liancheng laughed self-deprecatingly.

Before setting off, he reported to the task force as required and casually picked up a young accountant named Xiao Wang from the next office who was wearing headphones and slacking off.

Xiao Wang was completely bewildered as Sun Liancheng dragged him into the car. Looking at Sun Liancheng's expressionless face, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He also instructed the factory to prepare in advance those bizarre application materials that had been rejected by banks and various departments.