Chapter 30
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No wonder the top brass hadn't said anything. They were waiting for the big boss.
"Duan... Director Duan?" Ya Erlin's voice trembled even more. "Didn't she go to Huangzhou?"
"How would I know?" Du Ang didn't know what to do. They knew the company wouldn't let this go easily, but things had turned out a little differently.
"Someone from Pegasus must have snitched!" Ya Erlin voiced his speculation.
"Regardless, let's get ready. I'll contact Fang Zhao. We'll head to the top floor together."
On the 50th floor, Fang Zhao was watching the news online. He was a little surprised when he received Du Ang's notification. He hadn't expected the big boss to blow up.
Fang Zhao straightened his wrinkled clothes and told the others, "You guys take a break. I'm heading up for a meeting."
"Which floor?" Zu Wen asked.
"Top floor conference room."
"Top floor?" Zu Wen jumped out of his seat. "Bro, here's a piece of advice. When you meet the big boss, remember these words: 'Cut the crap and tell the truth.'"
Silver Wing's current boss was Duan Qianji, the granddaughter of Silver Wing's founder, Duan Yizhi. She was in her 70s. Rumor had it that when Duan Yizhi was still alive, a young Duan Qianji had followed him around on screen. When Duan Yizhi passed away, Duan Qianji took over Silver Wing.
Fang Zhao recalled the information he'd researched. The information online was limited, and there were traces of manipulation. Fang Zhao had never met the real Duan Qianji, so he wasn't sure. He could only guess from Zu Wen and Du Ang's reactions that the boss had a short fuse and wasn't the type to smile often. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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The regular staff elevator couldn't reach the top floor. Fang Zhao followed Du Ang and the others to another elevator. The higher they went, the more nervous Du Ang and the others became.
At first, Du Ang gave Fang Zhao a few reminders, but later he fell silent, as if his entire body had stiffened. The air around him seemed to have dropped.
The elevator doors opened into a five-meter-wide passageway. The surrounding walls glowed with a cold, metallic sheen. Even the sunlight streaming in through the windows couldn't dispel the formless chill.
After verifying their identities, an expressionless young man raised his hand, indicating that they could pass. Fang Zhao noticed that the man's gaze lingered on him for a few more seconds.
When they entered the conference room, the hushed chatter died down. More than 20 pairs of eyes turned to look at them. Everyone in the room was at least a manager's level. Small managers like Du Ang didn't have the right to attend meetings on a normal day.
The scrutinizing gaze was like a giant invisible hand pressing down on them. Du Ang and the other two forced a stiff smile. They could almost hear their own hearts beating like drums in their ears.
Receiving a signal from his direct superior, Du Ang walked over to the four seats at the end of the table. Their positions were the lowest, so they had to sit at the end.
The conference table was in the shape of an inverted V. The seat at the front belonged to the big boss, but it was empty now. Other than that, there was another empty seat next to the big boss, but no one knew who it was for.
Fang Zhao did not feel nervous. He was just sizing up the conference room and guessing what attitude the big boss would have. If the big boss was not satisfied with them, he would not compromise. At most, he would leave and poach the entire project team. He believed that many companies would be more than happy to hire them.
They sat down for less than a minute. Before other curious executives could ask any questions, the conference room door opened again. The conference room, which had been noisy with the arrival of Fang Zhao and the other three, quieted down again. It was so quiet that breathing could be heard clearly. It wasn't a pause out of curiosity when Fang Zhao and the others arrived. It was a pause due to the seriousness and pressure of the situation.
Fang Zhao saw an unsmiling woman stride in. Perhaps because of the extended lifespans in the New Era, although Duan Qianji was nearing 80, she looked like she was in her forties before the apocalypse. She had some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she was in good spirits.
Behind Duan Qianji were four people: two secretaries and two assistants. Their faces were expressionless, but they were gentler and less stern than Duan Qianji.
An old man came in with Duan Qianji. After Duan Qianji sat down at the head of the table, the old man sat down in another empty seat.
Fang Zhao scanned the old man's chest. There was a winged horse logo on his chest. He was from Flying Pegasus.
"Who's Fang Zhao?" Duan Qianji asked as soon as she sat down.
Du Ang hung his head. He tapped Fang Zhao with his hand under the table, signaling him to stand up. His other hand discreetly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He breathed a sigh of relief. Since she asked Fang Zhao first, did that mean she wasn't as mad at them for taking matters into their own hands?
"I am." Fang Zhao stood up.
Hiss —
Fang Zhao's seat moved away from the original V-shaped table and into an empty space in the middle of the table, toward the head of the table.
Duan Qianji observed Fang Zhao's reaction the whole time. If it were any other newcomer attending a meeting on the top floor for the first time, the slightest movement would have triggered a heightened tension. But not Fang Zhao. Not only was he not nervous, but he also observed the change with curiosity. The stares didn't faze him at all.
He wasn't your average newcomer. His composure was uncharacteristic of someone his age.
"Did you write 'Divine Punishment'?" Duan Qianji's scrutinizing gaze was trained on Fang Zhao.
"Yes. It's my original work, "Fang Zhao said, not avoiding Duan Qianji's scrutinizing gaze.
Duan Qianji didn't detect any signs of lying. Her expression softened a little. "How many more movements are there in your plan for the '100-Year Period of Destruction'?"
"Three more."
Gasps echoed in the room. Their reactions were the same as Du Ang's. The old man from Flying Pegasus next to Duan Qianji wanted to say something, but Duan Qianji raised her hand. He stopped, but his eyes were anxious.
"Are the movements finished?" Duan Qianji asked.
"No. I'm out of funds. "
Another round of gasps could be heard.
Du Ang and the other two hung their heads even lower.
You're asking for money right in front of the big boss. You've got guts, kid!
Duan Qianji was silent for two seconds. A rare smile flashed in her eyes.
"Fifty million for the second movement and the music video. I want to see the finished product before November."
"Sure."
Duan Qianji thought of something and asked, "Who's the eye model for the music video?"
"Me."
"Consultant team?"
"Myself."
Everyone stared at Fang Zhao as if he were a freak. The manager in charge of the film and television department rolled his eyes and lowered his eyelids. No one knew what he was thinking.
This time, Duan Qianji was silent for a little longer. "From now on, you're the manager of the virtual projects department and the producer of the Polar Light project team. You're in charge of personnel transfers. Zhu Zhen will contact you about the rewards for the Polar Light project team after the meeting."
An assistant behind Duan Qianji stepped forward and smiled at Fang Zhao.
"The company gives preferential treatment to talented people." As if trying to calm Fang Zhao down, Duan Qianji noticed Fang Zhao was still deep in thought. She asked, "Any other questions?"
"One more."
"Shoot."
"Can I bring a dog to work?"
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