"Hey~ Don't be so polite with your brother, no need to be so formal."
Shang Shuchen knew nothing, only that the fatigue and irritability that had surged through his body gradually disappeared, and the feeling of the sky falling when faced with the mass resignation of artists faded away.
It's just that an artist resigned; he can just hire someone else. Why would he suddenly feel like the sky is falling? This isn't like him at all.
Upon entering the office, Shang Shujue immediately noticed an antique box on the desk that exuded an eerie, deathly aura.
The box was exquisitely crafted and very old; its presence made the office feel even colder.
"Hiss... it's pretty cold in this office."
Zheng Jiaye, who was very sensitive to temperature, couldn't help but rub his arms. Shang Shujue glanced at him unconsciously, then looked at Shang Shuchen, "Second brother, did you turn on the air conditioner? It's a bit cold."
"It's set at 26 degrees Celsius, neither too hot nor too cold. The air conditioner might be broken. I feel cold even when I'm alone. I'll have someone come and check it out tomorrow after today."
Shang Shuchen was making tea at the small bar. As he spoke, he glanced up at the air conditioner, then looked down to continue making tea. Then he heard Shang Shujue's thoughts.
[ Shang Shuchen, you idiot! There's such a huge antique box containing a human skull on your desk. Even if you put eighty strong men in there, it wouldn't get warm!]
"Clang!"
"Snap!"
Startled by the sound, Shang Shuchen's hand trembled, and he was scalded by the hot water. He reflexively let go, and the cup fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
"Second brother, are you alright? You're not burned."
Shang Shujue, not understanding what was going on, thought that Shang Shuchen had simply been burned, so she went over to hand him a tissue and offered some humane care.
" President Shang, there's no need to trouble yourself. We don't like tea. Please sit down and rest for a while. We'll take care of things here. Your hand is badly burned. Do you have a first-aid kit?"
Seeing his reaction, Hu Zhiyuan and the others understood everything, but they couldn't say anything, so they went over to help clean up the ground.
"Cough cough, I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just a minor injury, a rinse and some ointment will do."
Shang Shuchen finally came to his senses. His face was slightly pale, but he remained relatively calm. He looked at Shang Shujue, then at the four people busy beside him, and was very surprised.
What he just heard was his younger brother's inner thoughts. Judging from the reactions of the four of them, they could all hear it?!
"Let me apply it for you."
[So he's usually this reckless? No wonder he believes everything people say! He even dares to buy antiques like this; no wonder the company's luck is almost being drained away.]
If I hadn't come soon, this guy might have even lost his life! Hmm~ this black aura surrounding him is really hard to clean. I need to take care of the source and let him get some sun... Let me find an excuse first...]
Shang Shujue's inner voice rang out again. Shang Shuchen looked at his younger brother applying medicine to him and unconsciously swallowed.
No, wait, wait, wait, is this for real? That box really contained an ancient skull?! ∑(❍ฺд❍ฺlll)
The four of them sat back down on the sofa. Seeing the confusion and shock in Shang Shuchen's eyes, they felt a strange sense of pride, like that of a prophet.
Confused, aren't you, President Shang? We only knew a few days before you, don't be too surprised. You'll get used to it in a few days, hehehe... =ᗜωᗜ=
Shang Shujue put the ointment back into the first-aid kit. Shang Shuchen wanted to ask something, but his inner voice rang out again, and you could tell how arrogant he was just by listening to his tone.
[Hey! He's my second brother. I can just take whatever I want without making excuses.]
Shang Shuchen:... That's a really good idea!
"Second brother, your antique box is quite nice. I helped you so much, and even applied medicine to your burn. See how good I am to you? So, can you give me this thing?"
After putting away the medical kit, Shang Shujue went straight to his destination. He picked up the antique box and smiled at Shang Shuchen. His smile was so gentle, but his words were very self-righteous.
Hu Zhiyuan and his three companions: Ah! You really want it!
"Okay, take it if you like. Someone gave it to me as a gift, it's not worth much."
Shang Shuchen's expression was a bit complicated, but he still agreed. Although he didn't know why he could hear his younger brother's thoughts, or whether his brother's words were true or false, he would give them to him as long as his brother liked them.
"Okay~ Let's find something to wrap it up, I'll just take it with me in a bit."
[I don't believe you! You spent 8 million to buy it, didn't you?! I'm going to tell my brother on you right now, let's see if you dare to buy antiques so casually again! You spendthrift!]
Shang Shuchen: No, why are you kicking me while I'm down?
"Brother, come over here quickly, let's talk about signing a contract with them. I'll treat you to dinner later."
"It's not like I'm the one who wants to sign the contract. You talk to them, Second Brother. Don't bother me. I need to wrap it up nicely, otherwise what if it gets damaged?"
Shang Shujue packed up the package without looking up, not wanting to bother with Shang Shuchen, that idiot. In her mind, she was still thinking about the World Consciousness that was causing trouble, and she decided to kill one of its clones to see if it would dare to cause trouble again!
[ Nuomi! Hurry, hurry! Add the exorcism talisman! We must make that evil master who's causing trouble taste the bitterness of having his soul devoured. 8 million for his life, what a waste!]
Hearing these thoughts, Shang Shuchen felt truly bitter, but he couldn't say anything. Hu Zhiyuan and the other three pretended not to know anything, but in reality, they were laughing their heads off.
"You guys chat, I'm going to the restroom."
Shang Shujue left with her things, her face beaming with barely suppressed excitement. Shang Shuchen opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Who would be so kind as to bring antiques to the toilet?!
"You guys are also...?" Shang Shuchen paused, then looked at the four of them, hesitating to speak.
"Yes, it all started a few days ago..."
Hu Zhiyuan knew what he wanted to say, so he nodded along with the three of them and then told him about being able to hear Shang Shujue's thoughts and Shang Shujue's purpose.
Do novels reflect reality?
Shang Shuchen stroked his chin, staring at the closed office door, lost in thought. The other four nodded with somewhat complicated expressions, "I guess so..."
[Hehehehe... Die! You dare threaten me! You've ruined my luck! Nuomi! Has the other side exploded yet?! Hehehehe... Let's see if it dares to touch my people?! Hmph!]
The villainous laughter in Shang Shujue's mind rang in the ears of the five people. They listened in silence for a long time, wow~ why did they suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of security?
Five people: covering face and laughing/crying, please don't disturb...