After being busy for several days, Ji Yang found that he finally had some free time.
Now, many things were being handled by members of the work group, and all Ji Yang and his colleagues had to do was cooperate.
As he sat there and lit a cigarette, he saw Miao Xiaoying typing away at the keyboard.
Knowing that this woman had always been secretly engaged in literary creation, Ji Yang's heart stirred.
For a civil servant, part-time jobs were definitely off-limits, as was going into business, so living a very nice life on just a salary was quite difficult. Although it was an easy job and they could get by, there were still some issues.
Creation was clearly permissible, as was investment.
After exhaling a ring of smoke, Ji Yang thought over these matters again, and his thoughts turned to creation.
In fact, it was something he could do.
Ji Yang had abundant energy now, and outside of work, he really didn't have much else to do.
