Ji Zhenting read those two lines over and over. The document before him felt as though it had been crumpled into a ball and stuffed down his throat, leaving him unable to swallow it or spit it out.
Why seal off all of Shili and leave only him behind? Was it because of his status, or was there some reason he had to remain here?
The more Ji Zhenting thought about it, the heavier that ominous feeling grew in his heart. He looked up at his secretary. "Where's the person who delivered this document?"
"The gentleman left as soon as he put it down. He didn't say a word."
That hardly seemed like a notice. It was an outright order.
Ji Zhenting set down the official document with its red-letter heading and let out a heavy sigh. "Send out a group-wide notice. All employees will have the day off on the twenty-sixth of this month."
The secretary paused, then cautiously asked for confirmation. "Chairman, do you mean all employees?"
Ji Zhenting gave him an expressionless look, and the secretary hurriedly replied, "Yes, I'll get right on it."
In the blink of an eye, five days had passed.
At four in the morning, all roads between West Suburban Airport and West Third Ring Road were placed under lockdown. Before dawn, a seemingly endless convoy of Red Flag sedans drove into Shili Campus, where over a thousand armed police officers stood ready.
Ji Zhenting arrived at eight. His car was stopped three kilometers away, and after getting out and undergoing two rounds of strict identity checks, he was escorted by four guards into another car that had been prepared for him.
By the time Ji Zhenting reached Group Headquarters, the campus, which covered more than two thousand mu, was utterly silent. Yet