Chapter 1990: Bliss Mirror
This probably wouldn't work.
Of course, after just one glance, Fu Qian had already reached his verdict on the utterly composed Warehouse.
Even if it treated its employees exceptionally well, it wouldn't be so generous as to hand over a controlling stake.
As a single-use consumable, Fu Qian wasn't about to waste such a precious opportunity on stabbing Warehouse.
Besides, even if it worked, that might not be a good thing.
It was plain to see that Warehouse wasn't doing well. It had also been mocked more than once. It still seemed to have an office, but who knew how badly it was in the red?
Even if he really did manage to become a shareholder, the arrangement would probably be no different from a certain Jiang Yuanliang inviting him to join his studio.
He was working under contract, keeping regular hours and collecting a salary. With extra income for every completed job, life was carefree. Why get mixed up in all that?
Something this lawless deserved to be used on an auspicious day, with proper care.
Fu Qian lowered his head to examine what he held.
It really was thin and sacred. Warehouse hadn't chosen those words carelessly.
It wasn't short, but its curved blade was no wider than a finger. Its shape was unusually elegant, and it was so thin it was nearly two-dimensional—yet it wasn't transparent.
As he turned it in his hands, its two sides reflected ever-shifting colors, like the glazed sky he'd seen in the Realm of Ultimate Bliss.
But since those colors rippled like water, they didn't look clear and crystalline. Instead, they had a weight to them, like the teeming mortal world. It also wasn't exactly light.
It really was a special reward.
That impression again stirred the delight