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At this mont, several speedboats are racing towards the open sea.
"There’s a fire over there..."
Soone ntioned this, and all the speedboats began racing towards the source of the fla. However, before they could get close, the fire suddenly exploded. With a loud "bang", smoke billowed over the surface of the sea.
...
Three months later.
With only ten days left until the Spring Festival, Beijing welcod the first snow of the year.
The heavy snow started falling in the early morning, growing stronger as the day went on. By the afternoon, the entire city was covered in a blanket of white.
Located along the second ring road was the towering Han Family Building, its entrance constantly busy with cars coming and going and different faces entering and leaving the building. Everyone inside was just as busy as always, from the ground floor to the top, each person going about their nine-to-five job, attending etings, eting with clients.
In the executive office on the top floor, phones were ringing non-stop. Each person was expertly handling calls and dealing with work matters.
Amid this busy scene, a young male secretary ran up to Secretary Sun and whispered sothing to her. Imdiately, Secretary Sun, clutching a docunt, hastily knocked on the general manager’s office.
After a long while of no response, Secretary Sun mustered up her courage and pushed the door open, only to find the large office empty, with no sight of Han Jingnian.
She retreated from the office, docunt still in hand, and returned to her desk to try contacting Han Jingnian by phone. Half an hour later, beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. As she was growing frantic and didn’t know what to do, the elevator doors opened not far away, and Zhang Te erged from it.
As if seeing a savior, Secretary Sun put down the phone and dashed towards the elevator. "Assistant Zhang, you’re back from your trip?"
"What’s the matter?" Seeing Secretary Sun flustered, Zhang Te asked while walking towards the office area. Before she could reply, he asked again, "Where’s Mr. Han? Is everything okay with him?"
Secretary Sun shook her head: "Mr. Han is missing... He ca to the company this morning. I thought he was still here, but when an urgent docunt requiring his signature ca in, I went to his office and realized he’s not there. I’ve called him multiple tis, but all his phones are off... This docunt is of critical importance. We need Mr. Han’s signature before six o’clock, and it’s already half-past four. What should we do if we can’t get in touch with Mr. Han, Assistant Zhang?"
Zhang Te let out a light sigh, seemingly used to such scenes. He responded calmly, "Leave it to ."
Secretary Sun quickly handed the docunt she was holding to Zhang Te. "Thank you, Assistant Zhang."
"Don’t worry about it," Zhang Te replied in a friendly tone. He took the file, placed his briefcase on his desk, and then left the company.
The road conditions in the heavy snow were terrible. A trip that usually took twenty minutes took Zhang Te more than forty minutes.
Zhang Te got out of the car with the docunt, trudged through the thick snow, and entered a bridal shop.
The staff at the bridal shop was not surprised by his arrival. "Mr. Zhang, you’re here again?"
"Yes..." Zhang Te responded, then asked, "Is he here?"
Without ntioning any na, the staff already knew whom he was referring to: "Mr. Han? He’s upstairs."
After a pause, the staff asked again, "Mr. Zhang, would you like to show you upstairs?"
"No need," Zhang Te politely responded, then began to head upstairs.
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