Ten minutes later.

Han Ling used the Bourne Mountain's quantum computer to log into the interstellar prison's visiting room and finally saw Parsons.

Only four days had passed since Parsons' arrest, but he looked as haggard as if he hadn't slept for a whole year.

Her dark blue hair was sticking up in all sorts of twists and turns, her eye sockets were deeply sunken, and she looked listless and tired.

He was wearing a light blue cotton prison uniform, with shackles on his hands and feet, and sat upright in a chair.

Looking at the three unfamiliar faces that appeared through the light screen, he said indifferently:

"Who are you? I did not hire a defense lawyer."

The female lawyer smiled slightly:

"I'm just doing this for money; someone needs to talk to you."

"It's me, Parsons." Han Ling raised his hand and greeted them through the light screen.

Parsons's dark pupils contracted sharply the moment he saw Han Ling.

"Boss?" Parsons gaped in disbelief.

Han Ling nodded:

"Yes, it's me. How are you now? What are the charges against you for arresting you?"

Parsons stared blankly at Han Ling, forgetting to answer.

Previously, Han Ling had never appeared at the company, nor had she ever uttered a sound.

But the moment Parsons saw Han Ling, he was certain that this was the boss!

Parsons instinctively believed that only Han Ling would come to his rescue.

But he never expected his boss to be like this.

Her short, clean, and smooth black hair, fair skin, and delicate features contrasted sharply with her strong and fierce appearance.

The eldest one has a... not like a female insect, it looks white and tender.

Parsons was like a stuck program, repeatedly observing Han Ling, always trying to get the final calculation result.

Boss... is he a male?

"Parson? Parson?" Han Ling frowned. He suspected that his subordinate had been subjected to unreasonable abuse and had become mentally unstable.

"Lord Han Ling, what's wrong with this female insect? Has it gone mad?"

Golden Potato Bern Mountain was sitting next to Han Ling. He peeked at the light screen and asked curiously.

These words instantly brought Parsons to his senses.

Han Ling... Your Excellency!

Parsons snapped out of his daze and stared wide-eyed at Han Ling:

"Boss, boss, you're a male!"

Han Ling nodded and said:

"I've never told you this, but I am the male insect."

Parsons' face showed a look of sudden realization.

"No wonder, we were both sued by the Male Insect Protection Association last time, yet the company and the game still survived. So, boss, you're the male insect!"

Parsons got the answer and his expression became somewhat excited.

He secretly recalled the game scripts written by Han Ling.

Exciting SSR cards and UR cards.

These obscene and outrageously vulgar things were actually written by Your Excellency the Male Insect!

"Parsons?" Han Ling frowned. "Why is your nose bleeding? Were you beaten up in prison?"

Parsons wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve and began to ramble on:

"Boss, I'm fine. I'm doing well in prison. It's just that the air on the prison planet is too dry, and I might not be used to it. Plus, I haven't been sleeping well, so I'm a little feverish."

Han Ling breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this:

"It's good that you're alright. What crime were you arrested on?"

Parsons covered his nose and explained:

"Some people have accused the company of stealing user information and then selling it illegally."

But don't worry, boss. Our company makes so much money. How much credit can we earn by selling information?

The company will not do something like losing the big picture for a small gain.

Those game companies are just trying to stall for time, hoping to smear their reputation and steal our users while I'm in jail.

Han Ling breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this:

"As long as you know who did it."

Parsons laughed:

"Don't worry, boss. I'm not a CEO for nothing. I'll be able to leave once things calm down."

Han Ling nodded, and then told Parsons about her rescue plan.

"...That's how it is. I wanted to get you out of there as soon as possible, so I spread the word that Lingtian Company was going to collaborate with other game companies to develop a holographic romance game."

After listening to the plan, Parsons pondered for a moment and then nodded, saying:

"Yes, boss, your decision is absolutely correct. Holographic games are the mainstream, and our dating game, when combined with holographic technology, will be even better."

Han Ling smiled:

“You’ve changed a lot. If it were before, you would have been very resistant to the idea of ​​making a holographic game.”

Parsons shrugged, his eyes fixed intently on Han Ling:

"Your position determines your perspective. Now that I'm in charge, with a group of top-notch game developers under my command, of course I won't resist holographic games. Sir, I've grown and become stronger, and so has our company."

Han Ling chuckled softly:

"Well, seeing you like this makes me feel relieved. I'll wait for news of your release from prison."

Parsons nodded:

"Boss, remember to hold the annual meeting after I get out of prison. Don't let those bastards from the Chamber of Commerce steal our money! You promised me 30 billion of the 60 billion credit points year-end bonus!"

"must!"

After a while.

After Han Ling finished talking with Parsons, he turned off the communication and returned the computer to Bern Mountain.

He smiled and patted Golden Potato on the shoulder: "Thanks for your quantum computer."

Bern Mountain took the personal terminal, stared blankly at Han Ling, and murmured:

"A year-end bonus of 60 billion credits?"

Han Ling curled the corners of her lips:

"What? Envious? Want to work for me?"

Bern Hill didn't hesitate to reach out and pat Han Ling's legs:

"Boss, please take me as your underling."

Han Ling's lips twitched. So readily surrendering, it was quite like old Flo. Bern Mountain truly lived up to his reputation as a male insect of the Flo family.

Seeing that Han Ling hesitated to agree, Bern Mountain quickly said:

"Boss, don't you think your cool tricycle needs a driver?"

I can also frequently contact my uncle and ask him to do things for you. Hiring me is very cheap; I won't even get a year-end bonus.

Han Ling asked with a strange expression:

Are you that short of money?

Bern Hill pouted and recalled painfully:

"Boss, ever since you swindled 60 million from me last time, my wallet is emptier than my face."

"Um?"

"Ahem, I'm not trying to scam you, but boss, I really don't have any money. I've been eating the food they provide lately."

Han Ling looked puzzled after hearing this.

"Didn't we say we couldn't eat the food provided by Planet Aphrodite? You ate it, how come nothing happened to you?"

Bern Hill paused for a moment, then said with difficulty:

"You'll find out about this at the ball at the end of the month. I... I can't describe it."

Han Ling looked at Bern Hill, who seemed determined to stay, and finally nodded:

"Alright, then I'll take you on as my underling. From now on, come find me at Central Castle whenever you're on break. I'll give you 3 million credits a month?"

Bern Hill looked overjoyed.

"Thank you, boss!"

Han Ling's face was also full of smiles. 3 million a month was enough to get Old Flo to help with errands. This deal was indeed very worthwhile.

Bern Hill is so clueless; he probably doesn't even realize yet that he's actually a hostage!

While the two were chatting.

Suddenly, Han Ling's personal computer lit up.

A message arrived.