The next day, Chen Xu did not take Yang Jinxia's car to the company; he took the bus instead. It would be troublesome to explain if acquaintances saw him.
As usual, he arrived at the company around 8:50 a.m., brewed himself a cup of hot tea, leaned back in his chair, and listened to the idle chatter of his colleagues, just waiting for Liu Kun to arrive before starting the regular morning meeting.
"The New Year is coming again," Dai Zixin said softly, rocking her chair, feeling sentimental. "Time flies so fast; it feels like just a blink of an eye since I graduated half a year ago. By the way, the annual company meeting is in a few days. I heard that the prizes in previous years have been very substantial, is that true?"
Chen Xu said, "They are indeed substantial. Last year's first prize was a laptop worth more than 20,000 yuan. However, us ordinary employees typically have just average luck."
"What do you mean by that?" Dai Zixin felt there was a hidden meaning in his words.
