Our Glamorous Time

Chapter 17: A Lonely Winter Night

The sun was setting. In the spacious CEO office, it was so quiet that Lin Qian could hear her own breathing.

She peeked again. Li Zhicheng was sitting behind his desk, still reading through the documents from various departments, his face expressionless as before.

He had been sitting there for an hour since they received the bidding result.

It was almost time to get off work; the top floor was about to clear out. Lin Qian was not in the mood to work; she rested her chin in one hand, the other hand twiddling the leaf of the small-potted-plant, counting one time... two times... three times...

Finally, Li Zhicheng rose from his seat. Lin Qian immediately sat up straight, put on a sedated look, and stared at him. He turned off his computer, put on his coat, and walked out.

Lin Qian stood up. "Boss."

Li Zhicheng stared at her. His dark brows, as though dyed with black ink, were distinct and appeared exceptionally calm under the light.

Pausing for a while, he ordered, "Tomorrow morning, ten o'clock, gather the high committee for a meeting."

"Okay," Lin Qian instantly replied; inquiring further, she asked, "The agenda?"

"The next step of the group's development plan." His voice was as before, deep and convincing.

Lin Qian was moved, and answered with a smile, "Okay. I will inform them first thing in the morning."

Li Zhicheng nodded, turned around and walked towards the exit.

"Are you going home now?" Lin Qian asked.

Li Zhicheng straightened his collar; his face nonchalant. "No. Going out for a walk."

Lin Qian stood still, staring at him walking away, stepping into the elevator; the elevator door gradually shut. She then sat down, stared in a daze at the closed dark brown, paulownia wood door of the CEO's office, and released a long sigh. Then she put her head on the table, listless.

The last rays of twilight scattered over the industrial zone. Li Zhicheng exited the building, looked up, both hands in his coat pockets; he passed by the workers straggling to the rows of factories in the back.

Since he had become the CEO, he often came and walked around the industrial zone. However, he seldom made himself known, usually walking briskly with his head low so very few people recognized him.

At the security booth beside the factory, there was a group of people chatting. It was not until Li Zhicheng had walked away, that Gao Lang, silently tracking him, reverted his gaze back to the group.

Beside him, a forklift operator in his early thirties whispered, "It is said that the big deal with Ming or something is off. Is that true?"

Another security guard immediately responded, "It's true. Didn't you know? The word has spread since this morning! My sister-in-law works in the administrative department and she said it's over!"

Gao Lang frowned as he listened.

"So what will happen to Aida?"

Everyone sighed.

The night was approaching; the people walking around the zone were becoming sparse. Gao Lang sat quietly among the noisy workers and security guards. He scratched his head anxiously. He was worried about Li Zhicheng, but he was clueless as to what to do.

Suddenly, a security guard sitting beside him stared at the factory in front, exclaiming, "What's that?"

Gao Lang followed his stare; a few security guards cautiously stood up.