Jiangzhou City in September was wrapped in a sticky heat. Just after seven in the morning, the asphalt road had already begun to emit a twisted heat wave. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of Future Group were spotlessly clean, but they still couldn't block the heat that penetrated through the cracks in the glass. Duan Nian stood in front of the window, his fingertips unconsciously running along the cold window edge, and his eyes fell on the traffic moving like ants downstairs. He was wearing a light gray custom-made suit today, with the collar buttons fastened meticulously to the top one - this was what Lin Wanqing specially instructed yesterday, saying that it was "the first all-hands meeting after the establishment of the group, and you must behave like a boss." However, he always felt that his neck was being tightened, as if he was wearing an invisible collar.
