At a barbeque restaurant in Su City.
The editors from the Fantasy Department of Silver Blue Books were having a private room dinner.
Company gatherings were common, varying in size and scale.
This time, the meal was quite grand, even Ol' Xiong, the chief editor, was present.
Mainly because of the blockbuster sales of "Zhu Xian", the company was very satisfied with the Fantasy Department's recent work and provided ample rewards.
The atmosphere at the meal was lively.
Ol' Xiong wasn't acting like the boss at all today. He was mixing in well with everyone, toasting and chit-chatting.
"What I can't get is always in commotion..."
A cell phone placed on the table by YangFeng suddenly rang.
Ol' Xiong, with a mouthful of lamb skewers, couldn't help but grumble as a sign of leadership, "I told you all not to pick up calls today, right? The whole point of a gathering is to let loose. We men work our tails off every day so we should unwind every now and then!"
"Alright, alright."
