In recent days, traffic in Xia City had suddenly grown heavier at night.
Once the weekend began, on non-working days, it only got worse.
It was as if the magnetic rails had been coated in glue, leaving vehicles stuck sluggishly to them. Every parking platform was crammed full, making entry and exit difficult. The entire city seemed to have ignited rings of fire dragons winding between the high-rises, some reaching straight into the clouds.
Under such circumstances, city residents who generally regarded travel time as an extra cost of life would undoubtedly grow restless.
But if it represented salary and bonuses, then it did not matter.
Master Jin was dozing in the car, with his dinner box casually left on the Central Control Console. The cabin was filled with the cheap fragrance of heavily salted, oily, spicy sauce.
The rear door slid open, and Zhang Yingying dropped heavily into the seat. "Hey, another one settled!"
Master Jin lifted his eyelids and looked through the rearview mirror, only to see that Zhang Yingying was not talking to him. She was on a call.
"Before Mid-Autumn Festival, it can't be avoided. No matter how detached the Boss's status is, some social obligations still can't be ignored. We kept in touch over the past few years, but cutting everyone off after becoming extraordinary wouldn't be right either. In the business world, a company's image has always been defined jointly by its allies, clients, and enemies... And then there's your side. If your family's access permissions weren't so absurdly high right now, people would have trampled down your doorstep long ago."
Master Jin smacked his lips, his beard shifting under his chin. He was considering whether to close his eyes and nap a little longer when his gaze met Zhang Yingying's in the rearview