Interastral Peace Entertainment, Your New Boss Is Dropping In

"The current head of the Market Development Department is Oswaldo, who is obviously less experienced than you," Fleming said quietly, "But his achievements are remarkable. Although many say he is 'practicing Preservation through Destruction means,' everyone has to admit that he has indeed solved many of the problems that have plagued the Market Development Department."

"And as you know, a department can't accommodate two senior titles. After I sensed your disappearance, I discreetly continued to assign you to the Market Development Department. However, after Oswaldo took office, he suggested to the board that your presence made it inconvenient for him to fully utilize his abilities. So, after discussion, the seven-member board decided to retain only your rank and benefits, erasing your name from the company and from its history—that's why your identity verification looked like that when you landed at Pier Point just now."

So, regarding my treatment...

"Your salary will certainly not be reduced by a single penny. The salary of over seven hundred Amber Era, accruing interest, is all lying in your company's private account. You can count the exact figure later using the company's encrypted terminal connected to the intranet." Louis Fleming then changed the subject, "Speaking of which, with hundreds of Amber Era gone, are you still interested in continuing to work here? Your little girlfriend is doing a diligent job at Luofu Divination Commission. If Jingxing, you stayed with us, it would be a great help to the cooperation between the company and the Xianzhou Alliance."

Jingxing gently rubbed his right thumb and forefinger together, silently calculating. On the steps of the Divination Commission's Office on the Jade Abacus Xianzhou, he had joked with Fu Xuan that if this old debt were truly settled, it would be more than enough to buy the entire Herta Space Station; judging from Fleming's tone now, that might be a bit of a conservative estimate.

But Jingxing Xingzhi had other plans. "Mr. Fleming, I gratefully accept this salary. But to be honest, I'm used to a carefree lifestyle, and I want to travel the world, see new sights, and paint what I want to paint. I can't stay here working a nine-to-five job. I really do want to quit this job."

The amber light on the screen flickered slightly. "What if I don't approve?"

"That's a bit unreasonable of you," Jingxing smiled helplessly. "Besides, I don't have the same outstanding talent as the other P47s. Even if I stayed, would you expect me to draw every day?"

"This old man only cares about results." The old man's smile deepened. "You may not know, but the desolate planet you saved after sending the signal is now the company's core shipping hub connecting hundreds of star systems. And the remains of the Propagation Emanator you killed were also brought back by the company, used as experimental material to help the company make leaps and bounds in some key projects, giving the company a real boost. For these two things alone, your contributions deserve your salary, and you deserve to continue being our P47."

Jingxing remained silent for a moment, then gently tapped his fingertips on his knee.

After much thought, the first question he uttered was still related to them, "How are the native inhabitants of that planet doing now?"

"Very good. They even carved you into a statue, and every year they ring bells and beat drums around you to commemorate your past," Louis Fleming quipped. "It's even become a tourist attraction that many travel agencies claim you must visit at least once in your life. How does that feel?"

Jingxing gave an awkward laugh and quickly changed the subject, "As long as they're doing well, that's fine. What about Mr. Dongfang? How is he doing now?"

"He... felt there was nothing interesting in this world, so he simply went traveling." Although Louis Fleming's tone was still light, Jingxing sensed a hint of sadness in him.

However, Jingxing immediately realized the problem—if Dongfang Qixing was as he had guessed at the time... then his disappearance now was only natural.

"I wish her all the best." Jingxing simply picked up his teacup; the tea inside had already cooled down.

"Anyway, you can continue to hold a nominal position; you don't need to attend classes anymore." Fleming steered the conversation back to the main point. "It's fine if you don't come back all year, I only ask one thing of you: choose a nominal position in the company's department, but of course, you won't appear in the company's promotional materials."

"I can choose any department?"

"Take whichever you like."

Jingxing mentally reviewed the company's vast and ruthless department list. He immediately crossed out the Market Development Department —he didn't want to deal with someone like Oswaldo, whose mind was full of self-interest; the head of the Talent Incentives Department seemed unapproachable just from his profile and photo; the Strategic Investment Department dealt with astronomical sums, and he had no interest in watching money make money—although becoming Topaz's "boss" and having fun with this guy who once tried to collect debts from him on behalf of the Herta would probably be quite interesting.

However, all the middle-level managers in this department wield the power of their department head, "Diamond," so it's essentially Diamond's personal fiefdom. Even if he didn't do any work, "Diamond" would most likely test him first. Jingxing had no interest in office politics.

After much thought, the remaining departments each have their own specific tasks. Since I only intend to hold a nominal position, it seems like it doesn't matter which one I choose.

"Traditional Projects Department." He suddenly thought of something and made a decision.

The amber color on the other side of the screen froze for a moment.

"Oh?" Fleming's tone held a hint of surprise and amusement. "This is a really boring department. They even handle the shady entertainment section. Not much money, lots of work, and not a good reputation within the company. Are you sure?"

"Of course," Jingxing said calmly.

"Okay," Fleming readily agreed. "Kenneth, did you hear that?"

The door opened with a click. Kenneth had returned sometime earlier, carrying an old-fashioned folder wrapped in brown paper. He bowed slightly to Jingxing: "The onboarding paperwork will be delivered to your residence later. You just need to sign it."

The amber color on the screen began to shrink inch by inch towards the center, gradually fading until only a very thin gold line remained, at which point it broke and disappeared into darkness.

Jingxing sat quietly for a few seconds before standing up.

Why choose the Traditional Projects Department? Because they manage Interastral Peace Entertainment. It's been a very long time since I've seen Robin. Back then, her charitable freedom was restricted by Interastral Peace Entertainment; is she still being restricted by the company in some way?

But it's alright, the P-47s have arrived!

"Once this is over, I'll go see the Robins," Jingxing thought to himself as he walked out of the office.

Until then, he had to remain silent and wait to give her a big surprise—and use this time to figure out how to bring up his relationship with Fu Xuan and find a good explanation.