Office.
A place where Devil's Ivy thrived.
Devil's Ivy reflecting off the clear surface of water.
Spider plants cradling cigarette butts in flowerpots.
The air conditioning was blowing.
Outside the window, Dazhuang and Wu Junhao's shouts could be heard.
The K9 unit and the first squadron bathed together in the sunlight, sweating as they ran towards the blaze of the sun. Happy and content.
Jiang Yuan sat back in his seat, opened the images sent over the intranet, and looked through them one by one.
Wu Jun had long stopped paying attention to him, even taking on a lot of other work proactively—for his wonderful illusion of getting paid without working, it only lasted a few weeks before shattering, and because it was short-lived, there were no withdrawal symptoms.
Especially since Chunghwa cigarettes were great to smoke, and the bonus smelled even better.
Jiang Yuan, on the other hand, copied out the images and tried to process them in batches first.
