Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

At the headquarters of Qidian.com, Vice President Zhou Ming was leisurely drinking tea in his office.

Zhang Hong stood in front of his desk, holding a list in his hand.

"Mr. Zhou, I've contacted all the printing factories around Shanghai that are capable of handling large orders. None of them dare to take on Qitian Culture's work."

Zhou Ming took a sip of tea and put down the cup.

Is there any news about Song Siyi?

"I heard she took a few people to Shenzhen today. But that's a long shot; the big factories are basically fully booked right now. Printing six million copies in half a month? Dream on."

Zhou Ming nodded.

"Good job, keep an eye on it. Report to me immediately if anything happens."

Zhang Hong left.

Zhou Ming leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the computer screen—

The top trending topic on Weibo: #Journey to the West surpasses 6 million pre-sales in one minute#

Six million copies sold, nearly 300 million in revenue.

This money could have been the starting point.

Zhou Ming stared at the number for a few seconds, then picked up his phone and dialed Liu Qingshan's number.

"Teacher Liu, things are settled. Jiang Fan's book can't be printed, and when the refund wave hits in a few days, his reputation will be ruined. At that time, you can publish an article to clarify his views, and this matter will be settled."

Liu Qingshan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "I trust President Zhou to handle things. This unhealthy trend must be suppressed."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ming finished the last sip of tea in his cup.

Kid, you're still too green to mess with me.

Zhou Ming was unaware that an hour earlier, in an industrial park on the outskirts of Shanghai, a printing factory on the verge of bankruptcy had completed a change of ownership.

-

Two days later, in Shenzhen.

Song Siyi and her group dragged their suitcases into the high-speed rail station, their faces showing exhaustion.

In two days, they visited six printing plants.

The big factories were all fully booked, and she finally found two medium-sized factories. They agreed to produce two million copies in ten days, after she had spent three hours persuading them.

But there is still a shortfall of four million copies.

She sat on a chair in the waiting room, took out her phone, and sent a message to Jiang Fan.

"I've talked to two medium-sized printing plants, but they can only supply two million copies in ten days. There's still a shortfall of four million, so I'll go to other cities to look around."

After sending the message, she leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temples.

I haven't slept much for two days in a row, and I feel a bit numb.

My phone vibrated.

"No need to go. Come back."

Song Siyi stared at her phone screen and quickly typed.

"What do you mean?"

"I bought a printing factory."

Song Siyi stared at the words for five seconds, then immediately dialed the number.

"What did you say?"

"There was a factory in the industrial park on the outskirts of Shanghai that went bankrupt because of poor management. The equipment was all new, but it couldn't keep up with cash flow. I had Li Cheng handle the paperwork for two days, and the transfer was just completed yesterday."

Song Siyi's mouth was open, and she didn't know what to say.

"How much...did you spend?"

"Fifty-six million."

Song Siyi's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

She spent two days running around Shenzhen, drinking tea with people and putting on a smiling face.

He did something else, he just bought one.

"Where did you get so much money? The pre-sale funds are still in the platform account and haven't arrived yet."

Jiang Fan paused for a moment.

"I borrowed it from Su Yuyan first."

Song Siyi gripped her phone, leaned back in her chair, and stared at the ceiling of the waiting room.

"Hey, Siyi, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Song Siyi snapped out of her daze. "When will the factory be able to start up again?"

"Li Cheng found an experienced technician in the industry to inspect the equipment, and there were no problems. Once the accounting is completed, it can be started within a week."

"I've calculated the equipment's production capacity. With two shifts a day and two nights, plus the two million you negotiated in Shenzhen, six million copies within half a month shouldn't be a problem."

Song Siyi finally recovered.

"Okay. I'll go back to the factory and keep an eye on things."

"No rush. Take a good rest for a day."

After hanging up the phone, Song Siyi had her high-speed rail ticket changed and rushed back to Shanghai.

The scenery outside the window rushed past.

Song Siyi leaned back in her seat, staring blankly out the car window.

Su Yuyan could easily pull out 56 million, but she couldn't.

But she wasn't there to be just a pretty face.

Jiang Fan gave her 30% of the shares and this opportunity, so she has to make Qitian Culture a success and show Jiang Fan that she's not just a figurehead.

-

Song Siyi returned to Shanghai at 8 p.m.

She didn't go home; instead, she took a taxi directly to Qitian Culture's office.

She pushed open the door to an empty office, where she was all alone.

I walked to my desk, sat down, and turned on my computer.

I imported the scanned copies of the contracts from the two factories in Pengcheng into the system, then opened the logistics backend and started coordinating the shipping schedule.

She worked until 1 a.m. before finally getting all the procedures sorted out.

My back aches terribly when I stand up.

She bent down to pull out the drawer, preparing to put the organized documents inside.

The drawer was pulled open, revealing two pairs of unopened black stockings.

She bought it herself at the mall after Jiang Fan tore it on this table last time.

I was thinking, what if he comes to the office again next time...

Song Siyi's face flushed slightly.

She shoved the documents next to her stockings and slammed the drawer shut.

"What are you hiding?"

A familiar male voice came from the doorway.

Song Siyi turned around, and Jiang Fan was standing at the office door, holding a thermos box in his hand.

"You walk without making a sound?" Song Siyi patted her chest.

"The door wasn't even locked; you were just too focused." Jiang Fan walked over and placed the insulated food container on the desk. "It's freshly made porridge. Have some first."

Song Siyi looked at the insulated food container. She was indeed hungry; she had only eaten a piece of bread on the high-speed train.

"You came all this way in the middle of the night to deliver porridge?"

"I figured you should be getting off the high-speed train by now. I sent you a message but you didn't reply, so I guessed you were at the company." Jiang Fan pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.

Song Siyi opened the insulated box, and the aroma of preserved egg and lean pork congee wafted out.

She took two sips with a spoon, and her stomach finally felt warm.

Jiang Fan's gaze passed over the desk and landed on the drawer she had just pushed up.

"What's in the drawer? You seem to be in a hurry to stuff it in."

"The document." Song Siyi lowered her head and drank her porridge, not looking at him.

Jiang Fan stood up, walked around the desk, went to her side, reached out and grasped the drawer handle, and pulled it out.

Song Siyi hurriedly put down her spoon to stop him, but she still couldn't stop him.

"Oh. You're really obedient this time, you actually prepared something."

Jiang Fan picked up a pair and examined them in his hand.

"Can't I wear this to work?" Song Siyi reached out and tried to grab it.

Jiang Fan raised his hand and easily dodged.

"Put it on and let me see."

"I'm going home in a bit, what do I need to wear?"

"Put them on." Jiang Fan tore open the packaging, pulled the black stockings out of the plastic bag, and lightly draped them over her knees.

Song Siyi looked at the stockings on her legs, then at Jiang Fan, and knew there was no way to avoid it.

She bit her lip, reached for the stockings, and pushed the swivel chair back half a step.

She bent down and took off her high heels.