I've already become an immortal lord, and only now is the spiritual energy reviving?

Chapter 64 I, the Ancestor, can accept this.

The elevator doors closed with a "ding," shutting out Gu Wanyin's slightly shy wave.

Qingyuan strode in, his footsteps light and quick, and entered the core R&D department.

Normally, at this time, people are either eating steamed buns or catching up on sleep.

But the atmosphere was completely different today, with everyone sitting upright and serious.

Even Liu Cheng, the chubby guy who is usually unkempt, buttoned up his wrinkled shirt collar tightly.

Seeing Qingyuan sit down, Liu Cheng slid his chair over and moved closer:

"My goodness, you finally hit the mark!"

"What's wrong?"

Qingyuan pressed the power button.

"Why are you so nervous? Didn't the code run successfully?"

Lin Can, unusually, didn't twirl his pen and interjected:

"Today is the official launch. The technical team from Singularity Intelligence will be on-site to inspect the product. If anything goes wrong in the supply chain, we'll be publicly humiliated."

"and--"

The old team leader, Zhou Xiaohong, peeked out from the pile of documents, his expression unusually serious:

"According to what Secretary Su just mentioned, it was originally said that their technical director would lead the team, but it turned out that their big boss came in person."

"The big boss?"

Qingyuan raised an eyebrow.

It seems like today's event will be quite large.

"What's the panic?"

He grinned:

"The architecture is incredibly stable; as long as their interfaces are working properly, it's hard for it to crash."

"You have such a great attitude..."

Liu Cheng muttered enviously.

"Alright, let's get to work! Let's give it our all for the S-level bonus!"

......

Half an hour later, the heavy glass door of the office area was pushed open from the outside.

"Everyone, please stop what you're doing for a moment."

Su Xing'an's highly recognizable clear voice rang out.

At the entrance, Lu Zhaolin stood smartly dressed in a business suit, exuding a powerful aura.

She turned to the side and whispered to a middle-aged man in a gray jacket beside her, her manner unusually polite.

Behind the two, besides Su Xing'an, were several vice presidents of the group, each with a reserved smile on their face that said, "We must win this round."

Is this the legendary "Singularity Intelligence" bigwigs team?

The moment Qingyuan saw the man in the gray jacket's face clearly.

Ok?

This person...

Isn't he the unlucky guy I rescued from the unfinished construction site a few nights ago?

He was bruised and swollen, looking like a pig's head.

Surprisingly, after washing his face and tidying himself up, he actually looked quite refined and approachable.

What a small world.

Su Xing'an stepped forward and introduced herself generously:

"Mr. He, this is the core team in charge of our 'Synaptic Connection' project."

"This is Zhou Xiaohong, the person in charge, and the rest are key elites."

"To facilitate this underlying data integration, President Lu gave a firm order and specially selected the strongest team."

After speaking, he turned to Zhou Xiaohong and the others to introduce them:

"Old Zhou, this is He Jing, the president of Singularity Intelligence."

Zhou Xiaohong quickly stood up and awkwardly extended his hand:

"We've long admired Mr. He's reputation. Our entire team has read your papers on neural network algorithms; they're incredibly insightful."

He Jing shook hands with a smile, showing no airs of a tech fanatic at all.

"No, that's just theoretical. The actual engineering implementation still depends on Team Leader Zhou and your team."

Accompanied by others, He Jing shook hands with each of the workers at their respective workstations, displaying a friendly attitude.

They walked up to Qingyuan.

Qingyuan stood up, his expression perfectly controlled, showing no sign of anything amiss, and politely extended his hand:

"Hello Mr. He, I'm Qingyuan, and I'm in charge of the backend architecture logic for this project."

He Jing grasped his hand, applying a slight pressure, and lingered her gaze on Qingyuan's face for a couple more seconds before cheerfully praising him:

"Mr. Qing...you are young and promising."

"A handsome young man, it's rare to see such a spirited young man in the tech industry."

With a standard smile on his face, Qingyuan's "Heart Monkey" was running at full power, capturing every subtle fluctuation in the other person's heart.

Thank goodness.

This person couldn't connect the technical backbone in front of him with the violent maniac who wore a plastic helmet, changed his voice, and punched someone into the wall that night.

Think about it too.

It was pitch black at the time, and with the protective suit on, it would be a miracle if he recognized it unless he had supernatural powers.

"Mr. He, you flatter me. It's all thanks to everyone's excellent teamwork."

Qingyuan replied neither humbly nor arrogantly, and incidentally distributed the "medals of honor" among the team members.

It seemed the two were about to continue their mutual flattery.

Lu Zhaolin, who had been silent until now, suddenly coughed lightly, his voice slightly cold and a little urgent:

"Mr. He, the top-level server cluster is still waiting. The data environment there is sensitive, so we need to hurry. We won't linger here any longer."

"Oh, right, right, business comes first."

He Jing suddenly realized, and reluctantly let go of her hand:

"Qingyuan, right? We'll have more opportunities to communicate as the project progresses."

......

After everyone left, the tension in the office area eased, and peace returned.

Qingyuan leaned back in his chair.

He Jing.

Singularity Intelligence.

The He family must be a family with a rich history of cultivating immortality.

What does it mean to open such a large company in Shanghai, a city where land is incredibly valuable?

This shows that cultivators also need to eat and make money, and may even be more short of money than ordinary people.

After all, the family's enormous expenses mean that even maintaining some cultivation resources would cost astronomical sums.

If you don't earn your living from the mundane world, are you expecting a windfall from heaven?

"Use business to support morality."

Qingyuan internally defined this behavior.

Let's work backwards.

Even the He family is like this.

What about the Lu family, who are the local bigwigs?

Recalling the mysterious barrier around Lu Zhaolin that even he couldn't see through, and his humble yet assertive, even slightly dominant, attitude towards He Jing, a cultivator.

Did not run away.

The Lu family must also be a family that cultivates immortality.

Their status is definitely higher than that of the He family, who are "fallen families" who are chased and beaten with sticks.

Otherwise, there's no way to explain how Lu Zhaolin was able to detect and block mind reading.

However, ever since he witnessed Foundation Establishment cultivators fighting, and personally experienced the feeling of kicking a Nascent Soul cultivator like a football.

Qingyuan's illusions about the so-called "urban cultivation" have been shattered.

"What wealthy and powerful family?"

"If a real fight breaks out, he might not even be as tough as my pig demon."

......

It was 3 p.m., the tea break had just ended, and I was feeling very sleepy.

"Da, da, da."

A series of light footsteps echoed in the corridor.

In the office area, everyone once again switched to "sunflower mode," turning their heads in unison.

Holding a cell phone, Su Xing'an walked straight to Qingyuan's workstation.

Lin Can, who was standing next to Qingyuan, was about to hand him a bag of freshly opened nuts.

Seeing this, he immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, and gave Qingyuan a look that said, "Goodness, the chief secretary came to see you again."

Along with the others, they tacitly pricked up their ears.

"Fine, I can't clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River."

Qingyuan sighed inwardly.

He stopped what he was doing, looked at Su Xing'an, and asked frankly:

"Secretary Su, what are your instructions?"

Su Xing'an's expression was a mix of wanting to laugh and holding it in, which was quite a sight.

She coughed lightly and handed her phone forward.

"It's not President Lu."

"It's...the other one."

"Who is it?"

Qingyuan was completely confused.

"Lu Zhaoheng, Second Young Master Lu."

Su Xing'an lowered her voice helplessly and spoke rapidly:

"He's been bombarding me with messages on WeChat for ages."

"I said I wanted to add you on WeChat, but I'm too shy to come see you in person."

"He originally wanted to ask President Lu for a business card to help him get a referral, but President Lu kicked him out with 'Don't bother me if it's nothing,' so this chore fell to me."

"Please, do me a favor and add him on WeChat, otherwise he'll blow my phone up with his phone."

"puff!"

Lin Can, who was eavesdropping nearby, couldn't hold back any longer and sprayed the mouthful of water he had just drunk all over the screen.

Don't dare?

Lu Ershao, who swaggered around the company and looked down on everyone, went through all this trouble just because he didn't dare add an employee on WeChat.

Qingyuan couldn't help but chuckle.

How come this rich kid also has a "social anxiety" attribute when facing certain people?

"Alright, I'll scan your code then."

Qingyuan didn't stand on ceremony. He took out his phone and scanned the QR code business card on Su Xing'an's screen.

beep.

Friend request approved.

The profile picture is an extremely flashy Ferrari steering wheel, probably meant to show off.

It was added less than two seconds ago.

The news from the other end came out like a machine gun, firing off in rapid succession.

[Young Master Lu: Big brother! My dear big brother! You're finally included!]

[Young Master Lu: My admiration for you, elder brother, is like a surging river, never-ending!]

[Young Master Lu: Don't say anything, I absolutely won't forget the barbecue I promised you at the exhibition hall! It must be arranged! Top-notch!]

Looking at the screen full of exclamation marks, Qingyuan replied with amusement:

[Qingyuan: No need to be so polite, it's just a meal, we're all colleagues.]

The other party replied instantly, their hand speed was amazing:

[Young Master Lu: That won't do! It has to be impressive! My sister said... oops, I heard it's my brother's birthday in a couple of days?]

[Young Master Lu: I asked around and found a Michelin three-star restaurant on the Bund. It's usually impossible to get a reservation, but I had my buddy reserve the best river view terrace for us!]

[Young Master Lu: Uncle...uh, no, brother! Don't worry, I promise I'll arrange everything perfectly for your birthday banquet, so you can have a wonderful time!]

Is this guy trying to call his brother-in-law?

They're really going all out to curry favor with powerful figures.

However, a strange feeling arose in Qingyuan's heart.

After my parents passed away, for the past few years, I've mostly just had a bowl of longevity noodles with an egg to celebrate my birthday.

Nobody remembers, and nobody cares; there's no point in living it.

This year has been really strange.

My aunt's family came all the way from afar to support us.

Gu Wanyin subtly hinted that she wanted to express her feelings.

Now even the seemingly arrogant rich kids are being treated to the "highest standards."

"Oh......"

Qingyuan ran his fingertips along the edge of the phone, his gaze softening slightly.

"I never thought that at my age, I would still be treated like a star."