Gu Yue asked himself a question, then put down his pen and looked out the window.
Outside the window is a playground, where several younger students are running laps.
The feeling of irritation in her heart grew stronger and stronger.
It felt like something had been pulled away, or like something was approaching.
Gu Yue bit her lower lip.
She had felt this way before. The last time she felt this way was when the Golden Dragon King Bloodline disappeared from Tang Wulin.
She almost went berserk that time.
What is it this time?
She wasn't sure.
But her intuition told her that this matter was most likely related to Qing Linyun.
What is that bastard up to behind the scenes now?
Gu Yue cursed under her breath, but this time she wasn't wrong, because Qing Linyun was indeed up to something.
The headquarters of the Heaven-Supporting Pillar, CEO's office.
Ye Lingling was sitting behind her desk, flipping through the quarterly sales report of Soul Spirit.
She was wearing a light gray business suit today, her hair pulled back, revealing a section of her fair neck. She wore thin-rimmed glasses on her nose, and her fingertips traced lines on the report.
Well, how should I put it? She has that mature and glamorous charm of a female boss in the workplace.
The main feature is smoothness.
She didn't even look up when the office door was pushed open.
"Come in."
The footsteps stopped opposite the desk.
Ye Lingling waited for two seconds, but didn't hear anyone speak.
She looked up.
Then she saw Qing Linyun leaning against the door frame, hands in his pockets, looking at her with a smile.
Ye Lingling's lips curled up involuntarily.
"Why are you here?"
She closed the report. "No classes at the Eastsea Academy?"
No classes.
Qing Linyun walked to the desk, naturally pulled out a chair and sat down, putting his legs up on the edge of the desk.
" Lingling."
"Um?"
"I need to discuss something with you."
Ye Lingling pushed up her glasses and glanced at him.
She'd been with Qing Linyun for so many years, she knew him too well. Whenever he spoke to her in that tone, it was never anything good.
What do you want to buy this time?
"Not buying."
Qing Linyun waved his hand, "I'm just a little short on cash and wanted to borrow some money from you."
"How many."
"Four billion."
Ye Lingling paused for a moment.
She raised her eyes and looked Qing Linyun up and down again.
"Four billion."
"Um."
"Last time you spent 5 billion to buy that Soul Bone, I didn't ask you where you got it. This time you want another 4 billion."
"You have to give me an explanation. This isn't a small amount of money; from which project did it come?"
Qing Linyun had already prepared his explanation.
"Upgrade of the Soul Spirit Production Line."
He remained unfazed.
"I've recently been thinking about a new direction: synthesizing Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit. We were previously stuck on the lack of a gene pool for those over 100,000 years old, so I plan to invest some money in early-stage research and development."
Ye Lingling frowned.
" Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit?"
"Right."
Qing Linyun nodded.
"I haven't told anyone about this, but I'm just giving you a heads-up. If this succeeds, it will become the core competitiveness of the next generation of Heaven-Supporting Pillar, while those people in the Spirit Pagoda won't even get a taste of the spoils."
Ye Lingling stared at him for two seconds.
She knew that Qing Linyun's judgment on Soul Spirit Technology had never been wrong.
The reason why the Heaven-Supporting Pillar was able to rise to prominence was entirely due to the genetic fragment deduction technology he presented. When he said he wanted to create Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit, Ye Lingling's first reaction was not doubt, but rather that he had a high chance of succeeding.
"Four billion," she repeated.
"The company only has 1.8 billion yuan in readily available cash."
As she spoke, she pulled a checkbook from the drawer and uncapped a pen.
"The remaining two billion or so is tied up in futures contracts for Soul Spirit- refining materials; that money can't be touched. If you want four billion, I'll have to transfer it from the Ye Clan and the Angel Legion."
"Can you retrieve it?"
"Able."
Ye Lingling tore off the check and handed it to him, "It just means the project will be two months behind schedule. If the Angel Clan asks about it, I'll handle it."
Qing Linyun took the check and blew on the ink.
" President Ye generous."
"Come on."
Ye Lingling rolled her eyes at him, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but turn up in a smile.
She walked around from behind the desk to Qing Linyun's side and naturally reached out to straighten his collar.
"You."
Her voice softened.
"Every time you open your mouth, you're talking about billions, without even blinking. Do you know how many people in the company are making that money for you?"
Qing Linyun looked up at her.
Ye Lingling was very close to him today.
He was so close that he could smell the faint scent of her light-elemental Soul Power, warm and comforting, like the spring sun.
"Thanks a lot."
He reached out and naturally put his arm around Ye Lingling's waist.
Ye Lingling's body stiffened for a moment, then softened, and she leaned against his shoulder.
"It's good that you know it's hard work."
She closed her eyes.
When will you stop causing so much trouble?
"I'll stop this nonsense once I've got the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit."
"You always say that."
This time it's for real.
Ye Lingling nuzzled against his shoulder without saying a word.
After a while, she seemed to remember something and looked up.
"By the way, what specific cooperation do you need from my side regarding the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit you mentioned?"
Not needed for now.
Qing Linyun patted her on the back.
"In the early stages, I'll just tinker with it myself in the lab. I'll call you over once I've achieved some results."
Ye Lingling stared at him for two seconds.
She always felt that this guy was hiding something from her. But after following him for so many years, she knew that if Qing Linyun didn't want to talk about something, you couldn't get it out of him no matter how hard you asked.
"Okay."
She sighed and tapped his forehead with her finger.
"Take the money, and take care of yourself. Don't do what happened last time, locking yourself in the lab for three days and three nights without coming out."
"Okay, okay."
Qing Linyun stood up, pulled Ye Lingling close, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Your money is my money."
Ye Lingling's face flushed red.
She gave him a push.
"Get lost."
Qing Linyun laughed and turned to walk out.
He turned around as he reached the door.
"By the way, could you pick out a suitable Ten-Thousand-Year Ice-Attribute Soul Spirit from the warehouse and send it to Wu Changkong? He's about to break through to the seventh ring."
Ye Lingling rolled her eyes.
"Knew."
Qing Linyun left the CEO's office, found an empty corridor, and confirmed that no one was around.
Consciousness sinks into the system.
Purchase the Silver Dragon Spear.
Deduct four billion Federation Coin.
A silver-white spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The gun felt icy cold to the touch, not the cold of ordinary metal, but a chill that pierced the soul. The dragon pattern on the gun flowed slowly in his palm, as if it were alive.
Qing Linyun weighed it in his hand.
The portion size is just right.
He summoned the Golden Dragon Spear from the Sea of Consciousness.
Two guns, one gold and one silver, floated side by side in front of him.
The golden dragon spear is domineering and fierce, while the silver dragon spear is aloof and proud.
The air between the two guns trembled slightly.
It's as if some invisible force is pulling them together.
Qing Linyun reached out and pushed the two guns together.
Buzz.
A low, resonant sound.
The dragon pattern on the gun simultaneously lit up.
But it only lit up for a brief moment, and then both went dark again.
"Can't close it?"
Qing Linyun frowned.
He tried again.
This time, the two guns didn't even fire; they floated there quietly, like two unrelated, ordinary magical weapons.