Talk to Me

The next day, it was time to go back to work.

To be honest, for Ye Shuang, the day at the academy felt no different from a day off—it was relaxing, certainly much more comfortable than being at the company.

"Ye Shuang, your clothes." At that moment, a long-haired girl walked over holding his clothes. Bai Yuyou had even gotten up early today to prepare breakfast.

"Hm? Thank you."

Ye Shuang took the clothes and changed. Bai Yuyou stood obediently to the side. Once he was mostly dressed, she reached out to help straighten his tie and smooth out the wrinkles.

"Thank you." Ye Shuang hadn't expected Bai Yuyou to do that. He gently ruffled her hair. "Did Keke teach you that?"

Bai Yuyou seemed very happy to have her head patted, but she said,

"Sister Chen Qin told me."

Ye Shuang's hand paused for a moment, seeming a bit surprised, but he soon smiled and pinched the girl's soft cheek. "Is that so?"

"Am I very well-behaved?" Bai Yuyou asked.

"Yes."

"Is there a kiss as a reward?"

Ye Shuang: "..."

Has this kid learned some bad habits?

Bai Yuyou continued to stare straight at him, her gem-like eyes seeming to hold a hint of anticipation.

After planting a light kiss on her forehead, Ye Shuang left for work under Bai Yuyou's gaze.

"I'm off."

"Okay."

Ye Shuang drove to the company and parked in the garage.

"Not too bad on gas either." After closing the car door, he turned and headed for the elevator.

"Good morning, Vice President Ye."

Several employees who had also driven to work were at the elevator and greeted him when they saw him.

"Morning." Ye Shuang nodded in response.

Those employees also stole curious glances at this new vice president. After all, landing a leadership position at this listed group with zero seniority wasn't something just anyone could do.

But even if he had some special relationship with Chairman Chen, could he really sit so comfortably in that seat?

Recently, the things Ye Shuang had handled had become the talk of the entire group.

At the very least, just rooting out some of the 'parasites' had earned him quite a bit of respect.

It was well-known that the company had many employees hired through connections. Reporting them was useless, as they were protected by higher-ups, like a set of nesting dolls.

But Ye Shuang didn't care about that. If you lacked ability, you could learn. But if you were just there to slack off, hold a title, and collect a salary, he would wield the axe.

"What project are these documents for?" At that moment, Ye Shuang noticed a folder in someone's hand.

"Oh, this is just our project team's game proposal report."

"Let me see."

"Uh... y-yes, sir." The young man was a bit nervous but handed over the printed proposal report.

Ye Shuang quietly flipped through it as the elevator slowly ascended, making the young man beside him so nervous he hardly dared to breathe.

"Not bad. But the monetization could be slightly more user-friendly. Profit is important, yes, but going overboard easily shortens a product's lifespan." Ye Shuang handed the report back. "Your project team should try to use system expansion instead of pure stat inflation. That would make users feel more comfortable spending and is better for the game's long-term operation."

"Oh, okay. I'll convey your thoughts." The young man relaxed a little, relieved Ye Shuang hadn't criticized him.

He was a new hire this year. The highest-ranking leader he usually saw was a department head. A vice president was someone he could almost never speak to normally.

And what the other man just said made sense.

"No need to say they're my thoughts. I was just giving some feedback." Ye Shuang patted the young man's shoulder. "Keep it up."

"Yes, sir!" The young man seemed instantly energized, as if given a shot of adrenaline.

Other employees, who had been wary of causing trouble, looked over curiously. Their gazes settled on Ye Shuang. Perhaps this leader wasn't so hard to get along with?

"You're from the offline product marketing department?"

"Ah, y-yes." The girl beside him jumped slightly when Ye Shuang spoke to her.

"Any interesting news from the marketing department lately? Tell me about it."

"Uh... interesting?"

The girl shared a few things she found interesting, all while carefully watching Ye Shuang's expression, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

But clearly, Ye Shuang was just casually listening for anything happening in the company that might pique his interest.

There was a dedicated elevator for executives—but he just rode the employee elevator, occasionally chatting with people about company matters.

At that moment, another group of people got on the elevator, including some employees who, afraid of Ye Shuang, pretended to get off on that floor.

"Good morning, Department Head." The young man from earlier immediately spoke when he saw a middle-aged man board.

The middle-aged man merely lifted his chin slightly, almost grunting through his nose. "Hmph."

The other employees were used to this scene. Some of the higher-ranking department heads acted like their chins were permanently pointed at the sky.

By comparison, Ye Shuang seemed much more approachable. At the very least, he would return a "good morning."

And at the very least, compared to the bald department head, Ye Shuang was easier on the eyes—a handsome, mature, uncle-type guy.

"Little Lin, I have a package later. Help me pick it up, and grab me a coffee on your way back—Americano... oh, and a pack of Liqun cigarettes." Just then, as if remembering something, the department head suddenly spoke to the young man.

"Oh... okay." The young man had no choice but to agree, though he knew the department head wouldn't give him any money.

He was used to being taken advantage of and didn't dare to object.

The other employees in the elevator exchanged glances, then unanimously looked at Ye Shuang with expressions that seemed to say something but stopped short.

Ding.

The elevator arrived at the 15th floor.

Just as the department head was about to step off, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Puzzled, he turned and saw Ye Shuang standing behind him.

"Who are you?"

"Nothing, just want to have a chat." Ye Shuang said.

"Huh? Who are you? Which department? What do you want to talk about?" Seeing Ye Shuang, the department head spoke impatiently, his eyes instinctively dropping to the other man's employee badge—

[Ye Shuang

T12 Level - Group Executive Vice President]

The badge on the department head's chest read:

[Gu Yibao

T5 Level - Game Planning Department]

"V-Vice President Ye?" The department head's legs nearly gave way, and he began to stammer. Why was Vice President Ye in this employee elevator?

Executives had their own dedicated elevator!

Ye Shuang smiled and patted his shoulder. "Gu Yibao, right? Can you come to my office for a chat now?"

"Ah? Ah?"

"Don't be nervous. At worst, I'll help you pick up your package later." Before Ye Shuang could finish, the department head's face turned ashen, as if his soul had frozen.

At that moment, only one thought filled his mind.

I'm done for.

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