Bu Qiangdong was exceptionally capable. He rented a new office building. It had only five floors and looked rather shabby among the surrounding towers, but it was more than enough for Skywing's small staff. The building belonged to a Card Machinery company that had initially been unwilling to rent it out. Once they heard the prospective tenant was the renowned Skywing, however, they immediately agreed. Their only request, made with pleading eyes, was that Skywing produce an illusion card advertisement for them. The price was negotiable.
Left to his own preferences, Bu Qiangdong would never have given such a building a second glance. Skywing was no longer some little company. How could it stay somewhere so shabby? But there were no longer any vacant buildings of more than ten floors available to rent in their entirety. He would actually have preferred a tower like the Central Continent Group's twin buildings, sufficiently upscale, spacious, and bright. Renting two or three floors there would have been delightful.
But the thought barely circled through his mind before he snuffed it out. His boss's preferences mattered more. This boss of his disliked sharing a building with other tenants. For Bu Qiangdong now, what could be more important than figuring out what his boss liked?
Whenever Bu Qiangdong thought of Skywing as it was now, he felt brimming with energy. His happiness for the latter half of his life was riding on it. He was immensely grateful to have met his boss, even though the boss was younger than he was.
The building had been cleaned regularly and was spotless, ready for them to move in immediately. Bu Qiangdong promptly organized everyone to move into it.
As usual, the first floor became an exhibition hall devoted to displaying the boss's work. The advertisement for the