Chen Shouyi returned to the guesthouse and took out the God Slaying Medal and certificate. He examined them carefully, reading every word over and over and missing no detail.
He couldn't help grinning.
Naturally, he couldn't show these to his parents. For them, the shock would probably outweigh the joy.
Maybe when he was old, with grandchildren on his knee, he could take out the medal and brag to his grandsons, granddaughters, and grandchildren on his daughter's side about how powerful their grandfather had been when he was young.
He had killed a demigod, after all.
He gazed at them for a long while before carefully putting the medal and certificate away in his briefcase.
This was an honor worthy of being passed down through the family.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Chen Shouyi got up and opened it.
It was Zhang Miaomiao. Her tailored office outfit accentuated her shapely figure, giving her the mature charm of a woman. She was sweet as a perfectly ripe peach.
"Director Zhang, what is it?" Chen Shouyi asked with a straight face, discreetly glancing her over.
"I came to congratulate you on receiving a national commendation!" Zhang Miaomiao said with a smile.
"It was just luck!" Chen Shouyi replied modestly.
"Chief Advisor, you're too modest. In my opinion, you thoroughly deserve this commendation. Oh, and the Jingcheng Municipal Government just sent you an invitation. I came to ask if you wanted to go." Zhang Miaomiao smiled.
What was the point of going?
He hated socializing with middle-aged and elderly strangers. Keeping up appearances was exhausting, and they had nothing in common. It was pure torture.
"I'm not going. Please decline for me." Chen Shouyi answered without hesitation, then asked, "There won't be any repercussions, will there?"
"Of course not. They can't