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As the van turned into the underground parking garage of the Future Technology Building, the security guard peeked out from his booth, glanced at the license plate, and then at the face in the driver's seat.

I almost didn't recognize her.

The richest man in Daxia drove a cargo van back to the company.

Li Yichen parked the car in a corner spot, jumped out, dusted off imaginary dust from his trousers, and headed straight for the elevator. From the basement to the sixtieth floor, the numbers jumped higher and higher.

The elevator doors opened, and the lights in the president's office corridor were on.

When he pushed the door open, Ji Yanran was frowning at the computer. There were three documents with different colored covers spread out on the desktop, and next to her was a stack of duty roster sheets submitted by various subsidiaries, like a small mountain.

Feng Yue brought in two cups of coffee from the side door, placing one on the corner of Ji Yanran's table and handing the other to him.

"Boss, Americano, less ice."

Li Yichen took the drink and drank a mouthful, his brows relaxing slightly. Feng Yue tactfully retreated to the outer room and closed the door behind her.

Ji Yanran looked up from the pile of documents and tapped his pen tip.

"You've finally arrived."

"Traffic jam."

"You're driving a truck, right?"

Li Yichen sat down on the sofa with his coffee, ignoring the conversation. Ji Yanran didn't bother to press him further and simply pushed the three proposals in front of him.

"There are only ten days left until Chinese New Year. More than 50,000 people are waiting for holiday notices. The people in the HR department are urging me three times a day. If I don't issue an announcement soon, they might kick down my office door."

Li Yichen opened the first document.

Option A: Holiday will be given at noon on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Option B: Holiday will be given at noon on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Option C: Have a holiday on New Year's Eve.

Ji Yanran tapped her index finger on Plan A: "I suggest A. Leave three days early. Our company just spent 10 billion on the annual meeting, so three more days of production capacity won't make a difference. Releasing them early so they can go home for the New Year in peace is better than anything else."

Li Yichen flipped through the plans, his mind racing.

Noon on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

The lunar launch took place at 2:17 PM on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

When the timing was right, all the pieces of the puzzle fit together perfectly. In the morning, the staff packed up and left, and in the afternoon, the base was cleared for launch. Apart from the core personnel, the Future Aerospace site was completely empty, greatly reducing the pressure on secrecy.

perfect.

He closed the file, his tone as casual as if he were ordering takeout: "Plan A. We'll wrap up at noon on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, and everyone will have the day off."

Ji Yanran nodded, but before she could put down her pen, he stopped her with another sentence.

"Except for some people in the aerospace industry."

"Not even for space exploration?"

"The lunar landing program has a number of core tasks that are stuck at key points, involving about 300 people. They will get compensatory rest days after the missions are completed, and the number of rest days will be doubled."

Ji Yanran paused for half a second without asking further questions; she knew it was about the moon landing program.

"Okay, I'll let Liu Ruyan handle the arrangements for the aerospace department herself." She turned to the next page. "As for the return-to-work date, you decide."

"After the Lantern Festival. The sixteenth day of the first lunar month."

Ji Yanran slammed her pen down on the table.

"The sixteenth of the first lunar month? That means almost twenty days of holiday!"

"What's the problem?"

"There's no problem, it's just—" She quickly did some mental calculations: if 50,000 people were given an extra ten days, the wage costs would increase by about eight to nine hundred million. She glanced at the balance in her mental ledger and her lips twitched.

Okay. It's just a drop in the ocean.

"Aren't you afraid that morale will be shattered, and you won't be able to bring people back after the holiday?"

Li Yichen put his coffee cup on the coffee table: "From the first to the fifteenth of the lunar year, who has the mind to work? Rather than having 50,000 people sitting at their desks scrolling through their phones and slacking off, we might as well just let it go all the way. Whether people's morale is high or low depends on whether we pay them enough."

Ji Yanran glanced at him but didn't argue further. She grabbed a whiteboard marker from the table, turned around, and quickly drew a timeline on the whiteboard next to her.

"Okay, release at noon on the 28th and bring back on the 16th. Then you need to give me a bottom line on the duty roster, security rotation, server maintenance, factory equipment upkeep... these things."

For the next hour or so, the two went over the details. The duty rosters for each subsidiary, the security shift schedule, the UPS maintenance window in the computer room, and the shutdown and maintenance plans for factory equipment—the whiteboard was filled with writing and erasing, erasing and writing, covering an entire page.

When Ji Yanran was making the final confirmation, she turned to the signature page of the final draft and handed it over.

"Sign it."

Li Yichen took out a pen and signed his name with a flourish. Just as he closed the folder, he seemed to remember something and added:

"By the way, wages will be paid in advance on the day of the holiday."

"This was supposed to be arranged anyway—"

"In addition to their salaries, all 50,000+ employees received double the year-end performance bonus."

Ji Yanran's hand paused.

She put down her pen, slowly turned around to look at him, her eyes looking at him as if he were a madman.

"How much did you say?"

"Double the year-end performance bonus."

"Boss, do you know how much the average year-end performance bonus is per person this year?"

Li Yichen shook his head.

Ji Yanran took a deep breath, raising her voice by half a tone: "Over 50,000 per person on average! With your generous gesture, double that's 100,000! Over 50,000 people, plus salaries—that's an expenditure of seven or eight billion!"

Li Yichen picked up the coffee cup, took another sip, and waved his hand.

How much is in the company's account?

Ji Yanran shut up.

A few hundred billion is just sitting there. Seven or eight billion... it won't even make a splash.

"Okay." She picked up her pen again and added a line to the blank space at the end of the plan, pressing it so hard it almost tore the paper. "I'll arrange the finances."

"Yanran".

"Um?"

"Don't be stingy with money. Money is meant to be earned and spent, not just counted."

Ji Yanran rolled her eyes and shoved the folder into the drawer. "I understand the logic, but my heart still skips a beat every time I see the numbers printed out."

You'll get used to it.

"...What you're saying is the same as telling me to 'drink more hot water,' you know that?"

Li Yichen ignored her, stood up, and patted his pants. "Send a company-wide notification via OA first thing tomorrow morning, and include the year-end performance evaluation information."

"understood."

He walked to the door, then turned back and added, "By the way, don't write the notice in such a formal way. Make it more down-to-earth, so people will be happy to read it."

Ji Yanran waved to him, as if to say, "You should leave now, I still have a lot of work to do."

The next morning at 8:00 AM.

A red-headed notice popped up on the Future Technology Group's internal OA system: "Notice Regarding the 2027 Spring Festival Holiday Arrangements and Year-End Performance Bonus Distribution".

An electronic seal was affixed. Li Yichen's signature was stamped in the lower right corner.

The holiday begins on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month at noon and ends on the 16th day of the first lunar month.

All employees will receive double the year-end performance bonus, which will be credited to their paychecks in advance.

The moment the notification popped up, the entire 66th floor of the building fell silent for two seconds.

Then it exploded.

"Holy crap! Double the performance bonus!"

"Am I seeing things? Double? Not 0.2 times?"

"One hundred thousand yuan, brother! One hundred thousand yuan!"

"Twenty days of vacation plus a 100,000 yuan year-end bonus! What an amazing company!"

In the break room, at workstations, and in the hallways, heads are huddled together, each clutching their phone. Some are calculating the cost of their plane tickets home, some are posting carpooling information in group chats, and some have already started looking at their New Year's shopping lists.

The young woman at the administrative reception desk sent a screenshot of the notice to her group chat with her girlfriends, adding the caption: "Sisters, I'm going to take a nap now, my 20-day holiday is coming soon."

The screen was flooded with replies expressing "sourness," "hatred," and "Is your company still hiring?"

Ji Yanran stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the sixtieth floor, listening to the cheers rising and falling in the corridor, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

While other companies are still arguing about whether they can have a holiday on New Year's Eve, Future Technology's more than 50,000 employees are already figuring out where to go for the 20-day holiday.

at the same time.

The intranet of Future Aerospace Group.

Three hundred core personnel received an encrypted email. Signed: Liu Ruyan. Encryption Level: Top Secret.

The email body was brief. It made no mention of "moon landing." It only stated "major launch mission window" and "double the compensatory leave days after the mission, and five times the year-end performance bonus."

Five times.

All three hundred people confirmed receipt and signed for the package; not a single person raised any objections.

Are you kidding me? These guys usually earn four or five hundred thousand a month, and their year-end bonus alone adds up to over a million. Forget about not giving them holidays, we'd rather they live next to a rocket for the New Year.

The last week.

The production line in the precision laboratory building has entered its final sprint. Ling'er optimized the daily output of the lunar-landing Terminator to eighteen units. At this rate, the cumulative output will exceed four hundred and fifty units by the day before launch.

All supporting equipment was loaded batch by batch according to the list—the 3D printer was folded and stuffed into the mid-section cargo hold of the No. 1 rocket. Communication relays and mining and smelting equipment were squeezed into the upper section of the No. 2 rocket. The cold nuclear fusion reactor lay in the very center of the core module of the No. 3 rocket, surrounded by three layers of shock-absorbing material, sealed so tightly that not a drop of water could leak out.

The remaining space was reserved for more than four hundred silver-white skeleton Terminators.

The twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Noon.

The headquarters building of Future Technology was mostly empty. The elevators were crowded with employees dragging suitcases to catch the high-speed train, and several boxes of express delivery were piled up next to the vase at the lobby reception desk—New Year's goods, some of which were sent back to their hometowns first because they couldn't carry them on the way.

Ji Yanran finished signing the last batch of documents on the sixtieth floor and put the pen cap back on.

She pulled her coat off the back of the chair and put it on, then picked up her phone to check the time.

12:47.

Li Yichen went to the aerospace base early this morning and hasn't replied to any messages yet.

She turned and left the office, heading towards the elevator.

It was chilly in the basement parking garage. She wrapped her coat tighter, opened the car door, and got in. Chu Feng was already waiting in the car.

"Go to Future Aerospace Group," Ji Yanran said.

Driver Chu Feng nodded and then drove towards the future aerospace base.