"Aunt Xu, what are you saying? I'm not angry at all. It's just that your cooking is so good, I really can't eat anymore."
Gong Yao patted Gong Xucheng's little face: "Good boy, go do your homework."
"Okay." Gong Xucheng obediently returned to his room.
Gong Yao was too lazy to indulge Xu Lijiao's acting spree, so he gave her a few perfunctory words and went upstairs. However, he was stopped by Gong Nantian halfway up.
"Come in here."
The study door was slammed shut.
“Just let me in and tell me what's going on. If you don’t want me to, just make a phone call and I promise I’ll come running right up to you. Why are you taking it out on this door?”
Gong Yao calmly closed the study door and found the most comfortable sofa in the room to sit down.
Gong Nantian sat upright in his boss's chair. In the past two years, he had basically ignored the company's affairs. There were no office documents in the room, but the entire desk was covered with writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones.
The first thing you see when you look up is the four large characters that the old man wrote with great vigor: "The Joy of Family Life".
Gong Yao thought to himself: It would be better not to dilute these shares. He hadn't cared about the two brothers this much in previous years.
I'm just too idle.
"Dad, why don't you go back to work? I'll talk to my cousin and see if he can give you some kind of honorary board position, like a figurehead?"
Gong Nantian grabbed a copy of Yan Zhenqing's "Inscription on the Painting of Dongfang Shuo" and threw it at Gong Yao.
"You little brat. I'm asking you, how long are you planning to stay in Jinshi?"
"What are you saying? That's my job, it's not like I can just stay as long as I want."
Gong Nantian's eyes widened.
"Alright, alright, this is just a transition period. The document says it's a one-year secondment. We'll discuss the specifics after the term ends."
"Does that mean I might stay for three to five years?"
"Who knows? Work isn't like a hen laying eggs; you can't just move around whenever you want. I have to follow the organization's arrangements."
Gong Nantian sighed, a mixture of helplessness and resentment in his voice: "You're obeying your uncle's arrangements."
Gong Yao had a headache; it was happening again.
Although the mission description clearly stated that this mission would still involve political maneuvering, some emotional entanglements were added to the final mission rating criteria.
For example, repairing the original owner's precarious family relationships and making up for the elderly's emotional deficiencies.
Gong Yao is least skilled at handling emotional strategies, but this task is extremely important and he cannot afford to make any mistakes.
Gong Yao took a deep breath: "My uncle and grandfather are doing this for my own good."
Gong Nantian waved his hand: "Alright, alright, that's enough. From beginning to end, only your own father was harming you. A thousand words from me are not as valuable as a single word from someone else."
“Those aren’t just anyone. They’re Mom’s brother and Dad.”
Gong Yao remained calm, knowing that as long as he said this, Gong Nantian would be unable to continue the conversation.
He owed the original owner's mother too much.
As expected, Gong Nantian's momentum instantly weakened, and he looked as if a hole had been punched in his body, his shoulders drooping.
"Okay, you can leave now."
Gong Yao remained silent for a while, but still got up and left without saying anything.
As soon as the door was opened, Xu Lijiao stood by the door with a fruit platter, her expression sorrowful.
"Xiao Yao..."
Gong Yao ignored him, went back to his room to get his coat, and went out.
After getting in the car, I realized I had forgotten to refuel it on the way here, so I simply drove off with my Ferrari SF90, which had been gathering dust for two years.
Anyway, this was given to him by the original owner's mother, so no one else should even think about taking it.
This is the 283rd small world that Gong Yao has participated in.
His system has been updated five times, evolving from a somewhat stupid artificial intelligence to the most advanced cloud-controlled assistant.
It told Gong Yao that he was now the most powerful host in the entire quick transmigration system, possessing countless medals, dominating the top of various leaderboards, and could almost be described as omnipotent.
"All-powerful?" Gong Yao smiled dismissively. "Are you sure?"
"Many times you feel restricted in your actions because you overdraw a large amount of contribution points a long time ago and reached an agreement with the main system."
"But it's okay, at your current pace, you'll be able to pay off this debt soon."
"At that time, you will not only gain your freedom, but you can also use the remaining contribution points to redeem goods in the store."
His system avatar was a ruffled turkey: "You can even redeem a perfect life here, how about that, amazing, right?"
Gong Yao curled his lips into a smile and said nothing more.
It doesn't matter. It's fine to just keep wandering in the world of quick transmigration.
The red sports car sped along the highway like a cheetah. Gong Yao clenched his back teeth tightly, a small gesture the original owner made when angry.
Li Ran had previously lamented that her youngest son, despite his arrogant demeanor, was actually a stubborn child who swallowed his pride and endured hardship.
The quiet night was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. Gong Yao glanced at it, suppressing his temper, and saw it was Director Wang from the office.
After thinking about it, Gong Yao decided it would be better to work overtime.
"Hello, Director Wang."
"Hey, Komiya, are you in Jinshi? There's been a bit of a problem with that Dragon City Landmark project I mentioned to you last time. Would it be convenient for you to come to my office?"
"It's convenient, but I'm still on my way back to Tianjin, so it might take a while before I arrive."
"No problem. We'll wait for you in the office."
Gong Yao hung up the phone, and Wang Hongwei sounded quite pleased. Moreover, judging from his tone, he wasn't alone today.
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