Lan Yan's study was also in the factory headquarters.
Naturally, the rooms in the factory were nothing special. At most, they had better lighting, but it was already nighttime.
The lights of Copper Bell Town glittered outside the window, while the temporary military camp blazed with candlelight. Lan Yan picked up a kettle, poured a cup of water, and handed it to Le Yu. "Here. This cup was prepared especially for guests. It's clean."
"Ah, thank you."
Although he was thinking about how to steal Lan Yan's high-level player account, Le Yu was still very polite on the surface.
After all, one did not strike a smiling face. No matter how many conflicts of interest Lan Yan had had with him, openly or behind the scenes, he had never displayed the slightest trace of a "higher-up's" arrogance when they interacted. Le Yu, who had been obedient and polite since childhood—even paying attention to the sound of his urine hitting the water—naturally found it difficult to speak harshly to him.
Moreover, whenever he interacted with Lan Yan, he unconsciously slipped into Qian Yuliu's memories. Even as a superior, Le Yu had gotten along quite pleasantly with Lan Yan, the head of the Statistics Department.
He was not the sort of person others would regard as a "bosom friend," but he was like a university class monitor, an older colleague at work, a helpful veteran in a gaming guild, the hemorrhoid cream on a man's bedside table, or the sanitary pads in a woman's purse: a reliable presence.
Experienced, passionate yet rational, refined and easygoing.
If he were described with attributes, his Charm value would be very high, and he would also possess passive effects such as "Leadership," "Morale Boost," and "Increased Initial Favorability."
However, Le Yu had no interest in becoming