Boarding the vehicle waiting outside the airport, after half an hour's drive, the car slowly drove into the East Sea headquarters of Tianqi Technology.
It had been a long time since his last visit. Standing once again under the skyscraper of Tianqi Technology, Chen Yang sighed deeply.
More than half a year can indeed bring great changes to a person. Like himself, from the time he was a host to Right Hand, only eight months have passed, yet he has experienced so many things—counting remarkable opportunities, rare across ages and figures.
The fleeting feeling of awe vanished from his mind as Chen Yang led the way, with Liao Baifei trailing behind, and their own bodyguards opened the doors in front.
From the first floor to the twenty-seventh floor of the skyscraper, inside Liao Baifei's CEO office, he dismissed the four bodyguards and went to a bookshelf. Gently pulling out a book, the bookshelf slowly slid away to reveal a safe hidden within the wall.
