Chapter 439: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon is Kept (26)

Chapter 439: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon is Being Kept (26)

Song Chuyi looked at the surveillance footage and poked the little white blob in his mindscape.

"Can I go find Si Song now?"

Xiaotong (the system): "Host, why don't you try?"

Xiaotong was clearly a novice and didn't know the rules of this instance.

Song Chuyi got up and walked to the door, attempting to open it.

It wouldn't budge, as if it was locked.

A thoughtful expression crossed his face.

It seemed the office door couldn't be opened from the inside.

Song Chuyi sat back down in his office chair.

There were some documents stacked on the desk. He picked one up and took a quick look, discovering that the company had an advancement system in place.

"Promotion System: Promotion can only be recommended when the position above is vacant."

But in a company, key positions rarely see significant changes.

Unless someone resigns voluntarily, makes a major mistake, or... dies.

Song Chuyi tapped his fingers on the desk, his brows gradually knitting.

This instance sounded quite dangerous.

He was curious what Si Song would do.

Soon, the assistant's phone rang.

Song Chuyi picked up the phone, hearing the NPC's robotic voice.

"President, Si Song says he has an important work report. Should I allow him into the office?"

Song Chuyi pretended to think for a moment, then typed:

"If it's important work, it must have an impact on the company."

"Allow him in."

The call was disconnected, and footsteps seemed to approach from outside.

In seconds, the previously unyielding office door opened from the outside.

Si Song walked in holding a document. When he saw Song Chuyi sitting in the president's seat, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Little Achu?"

There seemed to be some commotion outside. Si Song quickly stepped in and closed the office door.

The office was entirely soundproof. The assistant outside couldn't make out what they were saying.

The assistant, who was heading towards the office, paused, assuming she must have misheard, and went back to her desk.

At the same time, inside the office, Si Song had already walked up to Song Chuyi.

He checked him over, making sure he wasn't hurt, and sighed in relief.

"My little Xiao Achu has been promoted and is now the president."

He smiled, pinched his cheek, and bent down with a serious look.

"Did you miss me, Xiao Achu?"

Song Chuyi lightly blinked and pointed to the "President's Plaque" beside him.

Now that he was the president, he couldn't be called Xiao Achu anymore.

Si Song caught his meaning from his gaze and chuckled softly.

"A'Chu."

Though just two simple words, they carried a hint of lingering tenderness when he spoke them.

Song Chuyi's ears turned a little red.

He turned his head away, avoiding Si Song's gaze.

Si Song kept chattering beside him.

"This company is a bit dangerous; positions below manager need to be promoted, or they'll be attacked."

"But don't worry, A'Chu, you're the president; only two managers can challenge your position."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely get a manager's position."

"There might be some noise downstairs later, A'Chu, so don't listen or look, okay?"

Si Song saw the office surveillance and knew he could monitor the other floors.

Song Chuyi tilted his head, sensing that Si Song, Zhou Bosheng, and others were planning a massacre.

People from the Blue Planet and the NPCs in this infinite world are always at odds.

They can't reconcile, nor can they find common ground.

Song Chuyi had known this for a while, so he just nodded when Si Song mentioned it.

Si Song finally smiled with relief.

"A'Chu, you're so obedient."

Si Song looked down at Song Chuyi, who was so close, feeling as if years had passed.

Those dark thoughts resurfaced when his gaze lingered on those slightly pink lips.

Si Song's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice grew hoarse.

"A'Chu, can you hug me?"

Song Chuyi: Huh?

He blinked, looking confused and puzzled.

Just now, they were still talking about the task, how did it suddenly turn into asking for a hug?

Moreover, in this workplace, how could a president hug a small employee?

Song Chuyi slightly raised his head, looking uncooperative.

Si Song's eyes darkened with a hint of frustration.

At this moment, the office door was knocked on, and the assistant's voice came from outside.

"President, do you need any help?"

Song Chuyi could only look at Si Song since he was unable to speak.

Si Song also replied, "No need, I'm almost done reporting."

It was clear that the time he could stay here was limited.

There was no sound outside the door, but from the knocking, it was clear that the assistant was impatient.

Si Song reached out and playfully pinched Song Chuyi's cheek.

"A'Chu, if I reach the manager's position, can you give me a hug?"

Song Chuyi thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Si Song smiled, picked up the documents on the table, and headed for the door.

After he left the office, the assistant entered as well.

"President, do you need to report to higher-ups?"

Song Chuyi waved his hand, indicating that the work reported by Si Song was nothing major.

The assistant looked up at him, his eyes cold and hostile.

After just a glance, he lowered his head and left the office.

Song Chuyi raised an eyebrow slightly, picking up on a piece of information from the assistant.

Besides the president, there is a higher position above him.

This is likely the reason there is a sixth floor in this office building.

But he is not in a hurry; he is the president now, and not many can challenge him.

But these NPCs... is there really only the option of being killed?

Song Chuyi pondered for a moment, called the assistant, and asked him to come in.

Then he wrote down what he wanted to say in a notebook and handed it to the assistant.

"Today I'm in a good mood, I'm treating the whole company to coffee."

"Go order some coffee."

The assistant nodded in agreement.

Song Chuyi added, "After the coffee arrives, bring it to my office first."

"I need to take a photo and post it on WeChat Moments. Today, I'm treating the whole company to coffee."

The assistant didn't react otherwise and just went along with it.

Soon, the assistant brought the ordered coffee.

Song Chuyi laid out all the coffee on the table, took a photo, posted it on WeChat Moments, and then placed his hand on the table.

A soft, glowing light emanated from his palm and gently fell into the coffee.

After that, he asked the assistant to hand out the coffee.

On the third floor, Si Song also received a cup of coffee.

When he heard the CEO was treating everyone to coffee, Si Song, who was initially hesitant, took a cautious sip.

The rich aroma of coffee spread between his lips and teeth, and a surge of energy seemed to enter his body through his throat, leaving him feeling unusually energized.

Si Song held back the urge to chatter and looked at his colleague who seemed like an NPC beside him.

The colleague, who had been working hard just moments ago, had now opened the Gold Miner game and started mining.

Looking at other colleagues, some were applying makeup, others were playing cards, no longer showing any sign of their earlier frantic drive to work hard and climb the corporate ladder.

Si Song: ...

Is everyone losing it?