The day after Xie Hui's farewell dinner, Wang Xiaoliang did something.
The advertising banner for Grandpa Liu's Beef Offal had been hanging there for who knew how long. Exposed to sun and wind, its colors had almost completely faded, and a layer of greasy grime coated the fabric that no amount of scrubbing with a rag could remove. He found two people, who took it down in no time, folded it up, and tossed it in the trash.
The room was sitting empty anyway, although it was generating income for Chengyou every month.
With Xie Hui gone, the office was full of female colleagues, and Wang Xiaoliang felt awkward being the lone man planted among them. He spent a few days fixing up the room, repainting the walls and replacing the air conditioner. The labor and materials for the painting went on the company account, but he paid for the air conditioner himself. Yang Qingyu would have had to replace it when she took over anyway; it was too underpowered.
When the technician removed the old air conditioner and opened its casing, the filter was covered in a yellow-brown layer of smoke residue.
Only then did Wang Xiaoliang realize-no wonder Fang Dongxu had found the three months he spent sleeping in this room so unbearable. The guy didn't smoke. How could he not feel miserable with smoky cold air blowing on him all night?
He moved in a desk. An office to himself was quiet. The office furniture was simple; whenever Yang Qingyu took over, he would move out. He probably would have taken up his post at the Group Company before then anyway.
He had taken in everything Xie Hui said while drunk on the night of the farewell dinner.
Later, at Xie Hui's home, when Xie Hui insisted