Dawn City, Alliance Building.
Sitting on the sofa in the reception room, Yi Chuan rolled up his right sleeve, checked the time projected onto his wrist, then pulled the sleeve back down.
It was midnight.
He could say with certainty that in this building, which had been completed less than two months ago, the only light still on was probably in the reception room where he sat.
Thinking about how his colleagues had all gone to sleep while he was still toiling away at work, he could not help letting out a long yawn.
Normally, this was hardly an appropriate time to discuss business.
However, as Silver Wing Group's representative and the corporation's ambassador to the Alliance, it was his duty to listen to the Alliance's leader.
Thus, although the hour troubled him, the moment he received the summons from the Alliance Administrator's Office, he got dressed and hurried over.
Of course, if the esteemed Administrator had dragged him here in such a rush only to discuss some trivial matter—such as subsidies for aid teachers, the construction schedule for compulsory schools, or the budget for repairing airport runways—then he should not blame Yi Chuan for being sharp-tongued.
If that happened, he was definitely going to complain his heart out!
With that thought, a smile crept onto Yi Chuan's face.
On a personal level, he rather liked that guy.
Although the man was always painstakingly calculating whenever Alliance matters were involved, never passing up an opportunity to gain an advantage, Yi Chuan knew from their private interactions that he was only like that at work. In private, he was actually a very straightforward fellow.
Perhaps that was simply the duality of human nature.
But precisely because of that, whenever he met the man in this manner, Yi Chuan had to stay