In the luxurious office.
Ye Ping clenched his fist excitedly and quickly left.
The tenth floor, the manager's office.
This was also an exceedingly lavish place, the floor covered with hand-woven wool rugs that had been dyed in sections with colors like sandy yellow, dark blue, and creamy white—colors extracted from plant leaves, uniformly applied. After completion, a faint scent of grass and flowers lingered, refreshingly mild, and extraordinarily precious.
A single rug made from a blend of lamb wool and soft silk could cost tens of thousands. Now, it was merely trampled, with footprints indenting its surface.
A sky-blue desk was placed beside the large tea-colored floor-to-ceiling windows.
The morning sun from outside the window shone in, bright and splendid.
One could see that there were other pieces of furniture in the office, including a wardrobe and a bookshelf with dark metal inlays, and a plush red sofa.
A coffee table, tea set, red wine, paintings, and so forth.
