Because of a new deal with the Ghost Cabinet, Yang Jian didn't sleep soundly tonight.
The key, the photo of the old house, and that peculiar request all made him uneasy. He felt that if he really did what the Ghost Cabinet asked, the likelihood of dying this ti was very high; yet, if he didn't do it, turning his back on a deal would also carry a great cost.
The danger was invisible, but the consequences could be anticipated.
Under such circumstances, it's easy for people to harbor a false sense of hope, and Yang Jian was no exception.
Unable to figure things out overnight, he didn't overthink it. Instead, he followed his usual routine: get up, wash up, and then go to work at the company.
He got up relatively late.
Zhang Liqin and Jiang Yan had already left earlier, without calling him - perhaps they were afraid of disturbing him.
When Yang Jian arrived at the company's entrance, he found quite a number of people gathered there. It seed as if the company was hosting so event, but it turned out to be a temporary recruitnt fair, and these people had been drawn to it.
He glanced at the posters, which advertised things like monthly salaries of over ten thousand, with room and board included.
"Was it Wang Bin's doing?" Yang Jian pondered to himself.
Wang Bin was Wang Shanshan's father, a professional manager by trade who currently handled the company's affairs, big and small. The others rely held titles and didn't actually do any work.
The person in charge of recruitnt was very young, a spirited fellow around twenty years old, sowhat slim, with average looks, dressed in a suit, wearing glasses, and had the part of a professional. However, in front of his seat was a bronze naplate bearing two bold characters: Zhang Wei.
Yes.
Zhang Wei was in charge of this recruitnt.
At this mont, he frowned in thought, examining the resu in front of him and then surveying the person seated across from him.
It was a reasonably handso young man in his mid to late twenties.
The resu was perfect, a graduate of a prestigious university with work experience, applying for a departnt manager position.
"I'm sorry, although your resu is outstanding, you do not et our company's requirents." After a mont, Zhang Wei tapped on the table, "Next, please."
"Wait, may I ask which part of my qualifications doesn't et your company's standards? Is it my age? Or is there sothing wrong with my resu?" The handso young man didn't leave imdiately but asked eagerly.
Zhang Wei seriously replied, "Brother, our departnt managers are recruited from those under thirty with forty years of work experience. That way, they are young but also mature, able to create profits for our company. Of course, you've seen the compensation package already—it exceeds the level of top companies by several tis."
The young man's face darkened instantly.
Under thirty? Forty years of work experience?
Is this a joke?
"Any more questions?" Zhang Wei asked, tilting his head with so confusion.
"No, none." The young man suppressed the urge to punch him, took his resu, and left.
Soon, the next applicant sat down and handed over his resu.
Zhang Wei continued, "Your resu is a bit of a ss, far worse than the previous candidate. But do you have any special skills?"
The applicant paused before replying cautiously, "Does being really good at playing video gas count?"
"Congratulations, you're hired. That's indeed an exceptional skill," Zhang Wei said with a satisfied smile, imdiately shaking the applicant's hand.
"..."
The previously dismissed young man, who hadn't gone far, clenched his fist around the resu, fighting the urge to curse.
"If the company continues like this under Zhang Wei, won't it go bankrupt?" Yang Jian watched from a distance, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
What was more exaggerated was that Zhang Wei would hire any woman without a second word, disregarding resus entirely—just as long as they were pretty and dignified. Occasionally, a few who weren't that good-looking were directly shooed away by Zhang Wei calling the security.
"Has he been stimulated by sothing?" Yang Jian guessed.
"Yet Zang Hua's efficiency is quite high; Zhang Wei was rescued so quickly. I just don't know how Sun Ren is doing, whether he's been killed or not. When I saw Zang Hua yesterday, he didn't seem to ntion this matter."
Seeing Zhang Wei lively and kicking, hosting the recruitnt fair, Yang Jian knew that the guy was fine now.
Surviving coming out of No. 7 Middle School ant either a good ntality or adaptive capacity, not as fragile as imagined.
Yang Jian originally wanted to greet Zhang Wei, but seeing him so engrossed in the recruitnt, he thought better of it; he wouldn't disturb him and would find Zhang Wei for a gathering after the recruitnt was over.
Just as he had entered the lobby,
he saw Zhang Liqin, dressed in professional attire, waiting there. As soon as she saw Yang Jian, she quickly stood up and walked briskly towards him.
"You've finally arrived."
Zhang Liqin ca over, her expression anxious, embracing Yang Jian—her mature face with light makeup seed helpless.
"What happened?" Yang Jian's expression turned serious upon seeing her like this.
"It's Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan got angry today; she is very upset, saying that if she doesn't see you, she will jump from the building." Zhang Liqin looked up at him, her eyes showing sha and unease.
"Oh, is it about that?" Yang Jian didn't consider it a big deal and continued to ask, "What made Jiang Yan so desperate? Did she lose all my family fortune in stocks or is it that the work stress has been a bit much recently and has led to so ntal issues?"
Zhang Liqin shook her head, "It's none of that. It's that our affair was discovered by Jiang Yan."
"Our affair? What exactly is our affair?" Yang Jian was puzzled.
At that mont, Zhang Liqin took out her phone, showed it to Yang Jian, and said with embarrassnt, "These are the selfies I took with you. Although they are innocent, Jiang Yan is taking them a bit too hard."
"When did you take this? I had no idea," Yang Jian calmly said.
"Well, it was so ti ago... I took them secretly after you fell asleep," Zhang Liqin stamred, with her head slightly bowed, seemingly ashad to face him.
Yang Jian said, "Since when did you pick up this habit."
"No, I just couldn't help but take a picture, it wasn't intentional," said Zhang Liqin.
Yang Jian stared at her for a mont: "You really are a troubleso woman. I'll deal with Jiang Yan's issue; you go get so breakfast."
"Okay, okay, then if you need anything, contact , and I'll co right over." Zhang Liqin finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
There wasn't anything that Yang Jian couldn't handle; she had always believed that.
"Can't a woman be a bit more at ease? Making such a fuss over a small matter." Yang Jian rubbed his head and then took the elevator to the top floor to deal with company business.
As soon as he arrived at the company, he saw Jiang Yan opening a small window, sitting on a stool next to it, blowing her nose in the cold wind, yet stubbornly refusing to co down as if truly upset and on the verge of jumping off.
"What are you doing sitting there? Aren't you cold? Co sit over here." Yang Jian walked over and sat down on the sofa, then pointed to the spot next to him.
"Oh."
Jiang Yan sniffled, replied, then quickly walked over, but halfway there she suddenly rembered that her own issues were still unresolved.
"No, I don't want to co over."
Then she ran back to the stool.
"You lousy man, I like you so much, yet you got together with Elder Sister Qin. What's wrong with ?" Jiang Yan looked at Yang Jian with mournful eyes, as though heartbroken.
"Zhang Liqin is single, and I am single. Isn't it normal for us to be together?" Yang Jian's expression was calm, seemingly unmoved.
Jiang Yan said, "Then you could find ."
Yang Jian pondered for a mont and said, "I don't really like to lie. Since you asked, I'll tell you the truth. There was no good ending for you with ; with my condition in the past, it was uncertain how long I could live. If luck hadn't been on my side, grass might already be growing over my grave by now, so I don't plan on ruining your life. After all, to you, I am just a passerby."
"I don't care," Jiang Yan said with a runny nose.
"That's precisely why I don't want to be with you," Yang Jian explained. "Zhang Liqin is more of a transaction to . No, it should be considered a matter of mutual need between adults."
"Do you like her or ?" Jiang Yan said, wiping her tears.
The expression on Yang Jian's face remained cold: "Neither. I'm not even sure how much emotion I have left. Maybe I wouldn't even shed a tear if a relative died in front of , so I've always felt that soone like doesn't deserve love."
"I don't believe it. You must like , otherwise, you wouldn't always save ." Jiang Yan's emotions beca agitated, refusing to believe that Yang Jian had no feelings for her.
Yang Jian said, "Saving you is because you are quite loyal to , a good employee; that's why I have to look after you, and that's all."
"Nonsense." Jiang Yan beca even more emotional: "You do like ; you just won't admit it. If I jump from here, you will definitely save because you like . If you don't, then just let die."
"Don't joke with your own life."
Yang Jian sat on the sofa, looking at her with a cold gaze: "But if you really want to play this emotional ga, then go ahead and jump. I won't be responsible if you die. At worst, I'll just recruit another accountant."
"The company is hiring today."
Jiang Yan stared at Yang Jian blankly, seemingly unable to believe that he would say sothing so cold. She rembered when they were happy together—living life, eating food—yet now she felt ruthlessly abandoned.
Had he truly beco emotionless now?
Or had he never liked her from the start?
Could he really not feel her profound love for him at all?
"Then don't save . My life used to be yours; now I'm giving it back to you."
Jiang Yan, whether out of spite or unable to handle the shock, actually climbed over the window from her stool and jumped down from the 45th floor of the building.
As she went out of the window, her body still faced Yang Jian, as if to see his reaction.
But the last glimpse she got before leaving his line of sight did not catch Yang Jian moving an inch. He still sat coldly on the sofa, watching her, completely indifferent.
"I'm truly foolish," she thought in total despair.
But she accepted the reality.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Yang Jian, sitting on the sofa, still showed no reaction, staring at the now empty window as if he truly didn't care about Jiang Yan jumping off.
"Stupid woman."
However, at the fourth second, the ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead suddenly opened, a red light instantly covered the entirety of Shangtong Tower, engulfing every building within three hundred ters as well.
The Ghost Domain was activated.
Jiang Yan, who was just about to hit the ground after falling out of the window, disappeared into thin air from midair.
The next mont.
Her figure reappeared on the top floor of the building, her small body slamming onto the sofa next to Yang Jian, unhard.
Yang Jian looked at the window, the opened window, which had not been touched by anyone, closed by itself.
The cold wind that had been pouring into the room dissipated.
By then, Jiang Yan seed to have realized what had happened. She suddenly sat up and lunged at Yang Jian, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, and burying her head in his chest.
"I knew you were lying to , you do like ."
She was crying and laughing, despair turning into hope in an instant, as if rejuvenating with youth and vigor.
Yang Jian didn't push her away but instead wrapped his arms around her slim waist and remained silent.
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