Chapter two

The man a few steps away didn't actually move much. He just sat idle in the soft leather chair, and he didn't even sit upright, and he didn't even assume an aggressive posture.

But just sitting here, he smashed the peace and tranquility of this bright and rigorous office, turning the reinforced concrete into a jungle wilderness in an instant, like a beast that could swiftly pounce on a person's neck at any time.

This man's aura is definitely not something that ordinary young people who grow up in a peaceful environment can have. Even the "Crazy Fist", which was rumored to have killed two people on the spot with a knee blow in the early years, failed to bring such an obvious deterrent to Qi Ji.

Qi Ji thought to himself, this person must have seen blood.

The special experience gave Qi Ji special sensing ability. Only those who have fought against the desperadoes on the edge of life and death can feel the deterrent of this kind of devastation. The chilling meaning that pierced through the spine made Qi Ji suffer so much that he almost failed to continue acting even his usual obedience.

He almost bit the tip of his tongue, barely restraining his trembling and showing his usual calmness.

Reason was hastily pulled back from the quagmire of fear, and Qi Ji only saw at this moment that there was a short-haired, chubby lady standing beside the desk.

He had seen the photo of the director of the design department and finally confirmed that he had not walked into the wrong room.

Director Wu was always present, just because Qi Ji had been grabbed all the attention by the young man before and couldn't find it.

Qi Ji's tone was respectful, with an imperceptible stiffness in his voice.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Director Wu."

Director Wu was standing at the desk in his office, while the young and dangerous man sat on a large office chair instead. When he was helping the personnel department before, Qi Ji swept through the database, but he had never seen this face.

Thinking of the chat between senior and senior sister at noon, he vaguely had some guesses.

I'm afraid this is the new president who was airborne.

It's just that this person is very different from the description in the rumors. Qi Ji not only did not see the other party's playfulness, but he was overwhelmed by the face-to-face.

He even realized that he had a chill on the back of his neck, and a thin layer of sweat had unknowingly engulfed him.

What puzzled Qi Ji the most was that he was sure that he had never seen each other, but the man a few steps away seemed to be looking at him all the time.

So that kind of intimidating coercion was only concentrated on Qi Ji alone, and Director Wu, who was not far away, didn't notice it.

That gaze was silent for a long time, even if Qi Ji stood with his eyes down, he could still clearly perceive the weight of the other's gaze falling on him.

It was not until Director Wu spoke that this delicate atmosphere was finally broken.

"You are?"

The director looked at him, his eyes slightly questioning.

Qi Ji invisibly relieved some pressure: "Hello, I'm Qi Ji who runs Group D."

His voice was soft, and he returned to normal, and his speech became more well-behaved and polite.

The director suddenly said, "Oh yes, it's three o'clock?"

She also made an appointment with someone.

The brief conversation broke the stagnation in the room, and seeing that everything was finally back on track, Qi Ji tightened his neck for no reason.

Then he heard that low magnetic and slightly playful voice again.

"Why," the man smiled slightly, and the cynicism in the rumors finally appeared in his handsome eyebrows, "The company still accepts minors?"

This is a bit of a joke, but when he asked this, the director actually felt a little hesitant.

She asked, "Qi Ji, right? I remember reading your resume and you're an adult?"

After all, with such a face, anyone would be suspicious.

Qi Ji nodded and lowered his eyes, looking very respectful: "Yes, Director, I'm a senior."

Director Wu was relieved: "Okay."

She said to the man, "Mr. Pei, our company must recruit people according to serious contracts."

Qi Ji lowered his eyes and didn't see the man's expression, only to hear Director Wu turn around and say to him, "Xiao Qi, I have something to do here, you can come back later."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was stopped by the Boss Pei.

"No," the man in the office chair got up, "I should go back, you guys are busy."

Qi Ji had already deliberately looked away, but as soon as the other party moved, he could no longer control his attention.

It wasn't until the other party stood up that he realized that this person was a little taller than he thought.

When a person grows tall, it is easy to be unstable, but his strength is not as intimidating as his appearance. However, Qi Ji's vigilance towards this man could not be diminished at all.

In fact, Qi Ji couldn't find any shortcomings in this person at all. He is accustomed to looking for weaknesses in his opponents as soon as possible, and even with his colleagues these days, he will unwittingly analyze weaknesses.

But this man was different, Qi Ji couldn't see through him, and this kind of incomprehension made Qi Ji even more uncomfortable.

The man walked towards the door, Director Wu wanted to send it off, but was stopped.

He came alone, wearing a dark gray suit, wrapped in a slim fit, well-cut, and the fabric had an expensive luster that Qi Ji knew at a glance that he couldn't afford it. Walking closer, it brought a very light fragrance.

Qi Ji didn't study perfume, he only remembered the burning flame when he smelled the fragrance.

The two passed by, the man lowered his eyes, his eyes fell silently.

He was much taller than Qi Ji, and at this angle, he could see the spin on the top of the opponent's head. The boy's hair is light in color, and the strands of hair hang down, with a soft luster.

Just looking at it makes people feel good.

The leather shoes made a clear sound on the bright floor, and after a few long seconds, the sound of the door opening and closing came from far behind.

"Boom."

Qi Ji's subconsciously tense body was finally relieved, and then he realized that the director was also relieved.

It seems that it is indeed not easy to deal with this airborne new president.

"Did you bring your work here?"

The leather chair squeaked softly under the weight. Director Wu sat back in his seat, with his fat, lotus-like arms resting on the armrests. This office scene finally regained its original sense of fit.

"Brought it."

Qi sent forward and handed a thick collection of works.

"Come on, sit down."

Director Wu gave Qi Ji a sofa seat next to him.

Chen Zixuan is right. Director Wu has a really good personality. He always smiles and speaks very kindly. She flipped through the collection and had a simple chat with Qi Ji.

Qi Ji majored in software engineering as an undergraduate, and he taught himself visual design. Although it is a hobby, he has collected enough design works in three volumes. Apart from practicing handcrafts, quite a few of them are commercial works.

Director Wu was obviously very satisfied with Qi Ji's level. After flipping through the portfolio, she asked some questions about skills and ideas, which was equivalent to a mini-interview. After the chat, she clapped on the spot.

"We have taken on a new project these days. We are short of manpower. We may transfer you. I will discuss with the personnel side. In this case, you can go back and wait for my news, okay? It can be decided within three days. ."

Interns haven't been hired yet, and it's easy to ask for someone.

Qi Ji took the portfolio handed over with both hands: "Okay, thank you Director Wu."

Leaving the office, Qi Ji glanced at the time.

Three. Forty.

Just under an hour.

There was no one in the corridor, and Qi Ji walked back to the half-open window in the corner. As late autumn is approaching, the wind is blowing outside, and the gray sky seems to be mixed with thick fog that cannot be dissolved. Looking down from the window, high-rise buildings stand in clusters, traffic is constantly flowing, and the black and gray eyes are more depressing.

The wind blew in from the window, brushing against the sweat-dry skin, bringing a shuddering chill.

Qi Ji clenched the window rail, and the cold metal frame made a distinct red mark on his palm.

The man called President Pei...

It made him feel that for the first time in the company, his disguise had been exposed, and a lush unease grew from the breach.

As it approached four o'clock, Qi Zhi walked back to the office of the Operations Department. As soon as he entered, he found that his colleagues were just preparing to order afternoon tea.

Yuntu's benefits are very good, there is a monthly meal allowance, and refreshments are also free. Shortly after placing the order, the delivery call came in.

"Okay, I'll go down now."

Delivery workers cannot enter the company casually, and employees with certificates need to go to the lobby to get things. Today's errand happened to be Qi Ji's turn. He took a coat and was about to go down, but was stopped by a colleague at the next table.

"Wait, Xiao Qi, I'll be with you."

Qi Ji asked, "Is there something wrong with Brother Lin?"

"No," Brother Lin laughed, "I'm afraid you won't be able to carry it alone."

Colleagues who heard the movement also said, "Yes, Xiaoqi, it's a heavy box."

Qi Ji's thin arms and thin legs can't help no matter how you look at it.

Qi Ji hesitated, but finally thanked him and brought up the lunch box full of drinks and desserts with Brother Lin.

What everyone ordered was handed out in turn, and everyone's meal was corresponding. The colleague at the opposite table who was handed the item without waiting for confirmation was amazed: "How does Xiao Qiji know what I ordered? Say, are you secretly liking me and paying attention to me?"

He was used to exaggerating the style of catching horses at the table on weekdays, and even stretched his arms over the partition, trying to circle Qi Ji's neck.

Seeing that his hand was about to touch her, Qi Ji held the remaining two cakes, her fingers tightening unconsciously.

"What nonsense?" A hand stretched out from the side and slapped the back of the table, interrupting his warm embrace. "That little Qi has liked it all the time in our department."

After educating at the table, Brother Lin turned his head and asked Qi Ji, "Do you still need help?"

"Thank you, Brother Lin, it's over soon, it's yours." Qi Ji handed the thing over, and he couldn't see the stiffness just now in his movements.

After sorting things out, Qi Ji finally took out the strawberry cream and strawberry chiffon rolls that he ordered from the lunch box.

He is somewhat anemic and usually tries to eat as much sweet as possible. However, it was also because the company reimbursed him that Qi Ji would not buy these himself.

He went downstairs to return the lunch box to the delivery man, and when he came up again, the room had already been chatting, and the rich aroma of desserts was everywhere.

Several girls were chatting together, and one of them complained: "I told you that my boyfriend is really, he said he wanted to buy me flowers to put in the office, but last time I bought a really bad jasmine. Li, I told you for a while. This time, it was a good time. I bought a pair of solid pink roses. He insisted that the gypsophila that was given by the flower shop would not be used. He even cut off all the green leaves, leaving a bare handful of roses. Send it over, saying it's all about flowers and it's not vegetarian... I really convinced him!"

In front of the girl was a vase with a handful of blooming pink roses in it. The color was bright, but the bare stems were particularly abrupt.

The girl herself laughed angrily: "Do you think this looks good?"

Colleagues around couldn't help laughing, and some people said something comforting: "It's very considerate to be able to send flowers, straight man, maybe people really think it looks so good, and you can't blame him."

The girl shook her head: "I don't think this straight guy can handle it."

It happened that Qi Ji was passing by, and the girl called him directly: "Xiao Qi, look at this flower, do you think it looks good?"

Qi Ji heard the sound and glanced at it: "This rose is blooming well, but it seems a little... bald?"

Several people laughed out loud, and the girl held her breath at the bunch of pink roses with a look of "I'll tell you".

Qi Ji thought for a while, walked over, picked up the vase and glanced at it, and asked, "Sister Wei, is the bottle of Jasmine you last time still there?"

Girl: "In the bag with roses, I was about to throw it away, what's wrong?"

Qi Ji asked, "Can you lend it to me?"

The girl brought the pocket jasmine over, and Qi Ji opened the bag and looked at it. Sure enough, the leaves were still green, and several branches had flower buds on them. Jasmine has a strong vitality and can live a long time as long as there is water.

Qi Ji simply picked them out, picked out the ones that were obviously withered, and plucked off the petals that had bloomed and failed. Afterwards, he scattered the remaining jasmine and pink roses, pruned the branches with scissors, and re-bundled the flowers into a bunch.

It is not difficult to say daily flower arrangements, and it is easy to step on the minefield if it is simple. A combination of two solid colors like this is easier to look old-fashioned. Qi Ji's movements were not complicated, and the bouquet quickly took shape, but it seemed to be scattered in length and dense, with green leaves lining delicate roses, sometimes embellished with pure white jasmine, compared with the just bare roses , more and more pleasing to the eye.

When handing the bouquet back, the girl almost didn't recognize her flower.

"My God, Xiao Qi, if I hadn't seen your flower arrangement, I would have thought it was a new bouquet of pink roses!"

Other colleagues were also surprised: "Xiao Qi has learned flower arrangement?"

"No," Qi Ji touched the tip of his nose, looking a little embarrassed by the compliments, "it's actually a simple color matching, it's not difficult."

He added another sentence: "By the way, Sister Wei, if you have a VC film, you can put one in the vase to make the flowers bloom longer."

The girl nodded again and again, and some people were curious: "Xiao Qi knows a lot."

Qi Ji smiled: "I designed a booth for a flower company before, and they told me when they chatted."

"Hey," the girl sighed as she flipped through her bag to find the VC film, "they are also straight guys, so why is there such a big difference."

Before Qi Ji spoke, he noticed the vibration in his pocket.

He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, his expression unchanged: "Sorry, I'll take a call first."

Everyone nodded: "It's okay, you're busy."

Qi Ji took a few steps away and entered the rest room connected to the office.

The rest room is not big, and the west-slanting sunlight shines in through the window, which diagonally divides the room into light and dark halves.

Qi Ji answered the phone, and a hoarse voice sounded like a rough stone: "Tonight's final starts at 9:30, Boxing Stadium No. 4."

"The car will be picked up one hour in advance, and I will send you your address."

Qi Ji lowered his eyes and responded in a very low voice.

The phone hangs up, and the rest room returns to silence.

There were bursts of laughter behind the door, and the laughter of colleagues came from outside the house. Qi Ji stood behind the door, and a thin door divided him and the laughter behind him into two bright worlds.

He happened to be standing out of the sun, and his slender figure was hidden in the shadows. Qi Ji lowered his head, the boundary between light and dark gradually blurred not far away in his field of vision, and the gray-black shadow melted into an icy tide, immersing him in it, chilling to the bone.

The venue changes every time the game is played, and Qi Ji has answered such calls four times.

This is the last game.

If you win this final, the prize money will last at least for a while.

The frozen torso was slightly stiff, Qi Ji moved slowly, and took out another mobile phone that he carried with him.

It is an old brick machine that has long been eliminated. The buttons are huge and the four corners are worn. The fuselage shows its outdatedness everywhere, and it only has the advantage of large characters.

But now, the font on the yellowed screen is so large that it is almost hideous, and the short line is full of teeth and claws, as if it will break free from the screen in the next second and bite at someone——

[From unknown number: debt collection information]

Above the 20th floor, the tall and slender man also picked up a phone call.

"Mom, I'm here."

"Well, go back to eat at night. By the way, take the puppet that Xiaoxi asked for."

Pressing the speakerphone casually, the man got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in a few steps.

Looking down from here, most of the extravagant and nighttime scenery has a panoramic view.

A gentle and soft voice came from the phone.

"Yu Sheng, how do you feel in the company?"

At the same time, there were subtle sounds in the delicate cat cage not far away.

The ragdoll kitten inside woke up and let out a tender cry.

"Mia~"

Pei Yusheng turned his gaze, and through the cat cage, he saw only a ball of white fluffy fur.

It was a little female cat born to two competition-level puppets. It cost a lot of money to bring it back from the international flight, and it was a special gift for the children.

Pei Yusheng had never had any extra interest in this too delicate and tender creature, but at this moment, the sun was setting, and the fluffy cub was caged in the afterglow, with soft fur and warm color.

The snow-white soft fur shone with a light golden light.

It looks like the hand. It feels like the boy in the afternoon.

"A company?"

The corners of Pei Yusheng's lips twitched into a smile, and the pale pupils became more and more clear under the sunlight.

"It's interesting."