The air outlet of the central air conditioner emits a slight hum, isolating the July heat wave from the office building. Lu Chengyu's fingertips traced the schedule on the tablet, but his eyes crossed the partition between the grids and fell on the back of the person wearing a light blue shirt diagonally in front of him.
Su Yang was frowning at the computer screen, turning the pen unconsciously with his right hand, and the thin sweat from his forehead soaked his temples. When he complained about the paper jam in the printer yesterday in the tea room, he casually mentioned, "I heard that the sea breeze in Qingdao can turn people into immortals." At that time, Lu Chengyu was standing next to the water dispenser holding a coffee cup, and the coolness of the porcelain cup seeped into his heart through his fingertips.
"Su Yang," Lu Chengyu pressed the intercom, his voice as steady as a frozen lake, "Bring all the information on Project A and follow me to Qingdao."
Concept: Adaptation of real events