One day later, at Source Intelligence headquarters in Haicheng.
Han Luyi welcomed Liu Yu and Zhang Biao back in his office.
"You did well this time," Han Luyi told them with a smile. "I knew I'd picked the right people."
Zhang Biao said nothing, but he sat ramrod straight, his expression solemn, as if he might stand up and salute at any moment.
Liu Yu wore a perfectly practiced smile. "It was all thanks to your leadership, Boss Han."
"Getting this shipment of L100s out before the ban took effect was a major achievement in itself." Han Luyi pushed the documents in front of him toward them. "I've approved a special project bonus for each of you."
The two picked up the documents and read them.
Five hundred thousand yuan each.
Zhang Biao glanced at his, his expression unchanged, and put it away.
Liu Yu's pupils contracted slightly.
"Thank you, Boss Han. But-isn't this too much?"
"The goods you salvaged this time were worth at least several hundred million. A project bonus of one percent isn't much." Han Luyi changed the subject. "After this move, we've set aside a secretary's office outside. You two will work there from now on. Liu Yu, you'll handle scheduling and visitors. Zhang Biao, you'll generally stay with me. Off you go." They stood and headed out, but Han Luyi suddenly called Liu Yu back.
"Liu Yu, wait a moment."
Zhang Biao walked straight out without so much as a glance.
If the boss wanted a private word, he was better off not being there.
Liu Yu turned back, feeling a little apprehensive. He had no idea why Boss Han wanted him to stay.
"Do you know how to use that machine?"
Han Luyi pointed at the cabinet beside the window in the chairman's office.