Six o'clock in the evening.
Employees from Lingtian Company arrived at the scene one after another.
They sat casually at the tables in the banquet hall, huddled together, whispering among themselves.
—I heard the boss is coming today, and our chairman will be here too. Is that true?
—Of course it's true. The boss just went through that incident and is definitely still on the capital planet.
—I'm so excited to see my idol! I'm so nervous!
The employees looked around with anticipation, searching for that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
The Aurora Life incident was resolved, and the effects of the Aurora Life invasion gradually disappeared. The female insects returned to their normal and peaceful lives.
The banquet hall became increasingly crowded, with every seat filled and a cacophony of voices filling the air.
The time finally came to eight o'clock in the evening.
Han Ling was hiding beneath the three-meter-high podium. He straightened his back and sent Parsons a message:
The party can begin.
Upon receiving the message, Parsons, who was sitting not far from the podium, immediately stood up from his table, grabbed a megaphone, and said:
Please keep quiet!
Today is the first time our Lingtian Company has had an offline dinner, and it's also the first time all employees have met in person.
Our company has achieved remarkable results in just a few months, thanks to the hard work of all our employees and the guidance of our excellent leaders.
We often complain in online meetings that we never see our company's decision-makers.
But now, he's here with us, and he has something to say to everyone. Please welcome our company's chairman, Mr. Han Ling!
As soon as Parsons finished speaking, rousing music suddenly filled the arena.
The lights around us went out.
Even the lighting has become very dim.
All the spotlights shone on the very center of the banquet stage.
As the central elevator of the banquet hall ascended, Han Ling's figure gradually emerged from below the stage.
He stood on a three-meter-high platform, dressed dignifiedly, and said with a serious expression:
"Hello everyone, this is our first time meeting today."
I am Han Ling, the chairman who never turns on my camera during meetings.
As this is our first meeting, I should tell you about the company's growth and achievements.
Unfortunately, I am not very clear about the company's achievements.
Because all matters concerning the company are handled by President Parsons.
So I'm sorry about this; I'm not actually very familiar with the company.
However, as the chairman of the company, I can make a promise to everyone: as long as you choose to continue working at Lingtian Company.
Then every bit of effort you make will be rewarded accordingly.
I will transform all your efforts into money and credits, allowing you to see greater returns and experience the purest happiness in the universe.
As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted in the room.
Upon hearing this, countless employees couldn't help but turn around and look at the chairman in the center of the banquet hall.
Their eyes were filled with endless envy and admiration.
This is their company's chairman, the decision-maker for all major company matters.
The simplest kind of happiness—that's so true. They just want their efforts to be rewarded.
Working with a chairman like this gives them a strong sense of security.
Even at this moment, all the employees wanted to work for Lingtian Company for the rest of their lives.
As the spotlight faded and the surrounding lighting returned to normal, Han Ling stepped down from the podium and sat down at the same table as Parsons.
The people sitting at this table are all key senior executives of the company.
They stared at Han Ling with unwavering eyes, their gazes filled with admiration.
They felt it more deeply.
In fact, they are just students who haven't graduated yet. Their current achievements are all thanks to Han Ling's preferential treatment.
When Parsons excitedly raised his glass to toast Han Ling, the company's senior executives followed suit, raising their glasses to Han Ling as well.
"Boss, let's toast you."
Subsequently, all the employees present made the same gesture simultaneously.
"Boss, let's toast to you too."
The 20,000 employees present raised their glasses and looked at Han Ling.
Han Ling didn't hesitate. He picked up his wine glass, stood up, and drank the wine in one gulp in front of everyone.
There are always exhilarating moments that need to be recorded with a spicy and stimulating touch.
As the strong liquor flowed down his throat, Han Ling glanced at Roderick, who was sitting next to him, with a blatant look.
The smell of Roderick's pheromones is like strong liquor.
Roderick, standing next to Han Ling, understood the look in Han Ling's eyes, and an unnatural blush rose on his face.
The feeling of flirting in public made Roderick extremely uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
Anyone familiar with Roderick's pheromones could understand the meaning in Han Ling's eyes.
This is no different from running naked in the lobby.
Emboldened by the alcohol, Han Ling rubbed against Roderick's thigh and whispered with a grin:
"Don't scold me. I'm thriving in both my career and love life. I have status, money, and love. Let me be happy for a little while longer."
Upon hearing this, Roderick smiled helplessly, raised his glass, and clinked it against Han Ling's:
"cheers."
In the end, all that was left at the banquet was eating and drinking.
Han Ling's attention was also focused on Roderick.
Everyone at the banquet had a great time and enjoyed themselves immensely.
It was midnight.
Parsons stood up unsteadily and said:
"Everyone, go home tonight and get some rest."
We may have a tough battle to fight tomorrow.
Since Mr. Han Ling is going to negotiate, we must be ready to follow the Chairman's instructions at any time.
The publicity department, in particular, must ensure effective communication and make timely adjustments based on market feedback.
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May 6, 2395 (Astrological Year 2395)
This is destined to be an extraordinary day.
3 PM.
On a Class C agricultural planet. Inside a small bar in a corner of a city.
Hundreds of female insects danced and reveled here, drinking and relieving their daily frustrations and sorrows.
The brightly colored lights and high-tech decor make this little bar quite popular locally.
Recently, the small bar has even become the most popular gathering place for female insects on the C-class planet.
Countless young female insects sat in the booths next to the bar's dance floor, chatting excitedly.
On the long, starry-sky-shaped bar counter opposite the booths, the bar owner was mixing drinks.
The dazzling bartending techniques create a sizzling sound as the liquor and ice collide in the shaker.
"Bang."
As the shaker was opened, a strong smell of alcohol wafted into the nostrils of the surrounding guests.
The bubbly, specially made champagne was very popular and quickly sold out to the surrounding customers.
While the boss was washing the glasses, he glanced at the blonde female insect sitting at the bar, who was drinking alone with her head down.
The blonde female insect was wearing a dark blue denim jumpsuit.
Her blonde hair was combed back in a messy manner.
Its slender antennae hung low, clinging tightly to its hair, and rested on its lower back.
His work clothes were stained with some mud, and the colors varied in shade, indicating that they hadn't been changed in a long time.
The bar owner looked the blonde female insect up and down and teased:
"What's wrong, Barlow? You haven't been in a good mood lately? Is it because your male isn't satisfying you?"
Barlow, who was drinking alone with his head down, looked up and chuckled upon hearing this:
"Boss, are you going to talk about this for a year? My name is Barlow Moore."
He's not the protagonist of the novel "I Was Green-Haired and Devoured by the Neighboring Male".
Upon hearing this, the other female insects at the bar glanced curiously at the blonde female insect, then laughed:
"Are you called Barlow? And also an Earth repairman?"
The boss laughed and answered for him:
"Yes, you're right. Barlow is an Earth repairman who lives on an agricultural planet. Hmm, he's exactly like the protagonist in that novel."
The dance floor lights were dazzling and shimmering.
It concealed the bitter expression on the blonde female insect Barlow's face.
Yes, his name is exactly the same as the protagonist of that novel, Barlow.
Even their professions are so similar.
He also owns a large farmland on this C-class planet.
However, he was not so lucky; he did not have his own male insect.
The protagonist of the novel, Barlow, not only finds a male insect who loves him at the end of the story, but also has a male insect mate at the very beginning of the story.
Barlow Moore, on the other hand, has been alone since birth.
The bitter liquor slid down my throat as dusk deepened outside the bar.
More and more people are coming to the small bar to relax.
People gather here after get off work, chatting and laughing.
Only Barlow remained forlornly squatting in the corner, drinking one cup after another.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the bar owner, who was also the bartender responsible for mixing drinks at the bar, finally got a little free time.
Seeing Barlow drink one glass after another, he couldn't help but ask:
"Hey, what's wrong? Barlow, this isn't like you. I feel like your emotional state isn't right."
After finishing his work in the fields each day, Barlow often comes to this bar for a drink and has long since become friends with the owner.
The boss has said jokes like that thousands of times.
Even when the novel was first published, the owner promoted the tavern by using Barlow as a selling point.
After all, the novel "I Was Green-Haired and Eaten Up by the Neighboring Male" is very popular, and it would be a disservice to the name Barlow if he didn't take the opportunity to promote it.
Upon hearing the boss's question, Barlow tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
The spicy, pungent taste shot straight to his throat. Barlow's entire stomach felt like it was on fire.
Despite feeling so uncomfortable, Barlow showed no sign of distress on his face.
He even looked up, smiled, and said to the boss:
"It's nothing, goodbye, I'm leaving. I drank too much today, I think I need to go home early."
Upon hearing this, the boss quickly mixed another drink.
The shopkeeper shook the shaker in his hand, took out a transparent glass with a sunflower pattern, poured a glass of wine, and pushed it in front of Barlow.
"No way! The nightlife is just beginning. What's the point of going home so early?
After all, there are no male insects waiting for you at home. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to have a get-together?
Moreover, in a little while, the eight legions and Lingtian Company will jointly announce a major event to the entire interstellar community.
The news will begin at 8:00 AM local time in the capital city.
The bar will also play it simultaneously; don't you want to listen?
"If you stay here, we can all discuss the news together afterward; wouldn't that be more lively?"
Barlow lowered his head, his golden hair falling down. He sensed the unusual movement within his body, shook his head, and said with a hint of disappointment:
"No, I'd better go home first. I still have some things to take care of."
Upon hearing this, the bar owner stopped trying to stop him and instead pushed the glass back to Barlow.
"Would you like another drink? This one's on me."
I'm sorry for the joke I just made.
If you don't want to hear it, I won't say it next time, after all, we're friends.
Barlow's lips curved into a smile as he said:
"No, I'm not angry with you, but you can't take this drink back. I've drunk it."
After saying that, Barlow tilted his head back and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.
This amount of alcohol is nothing to the female insect's physical condition.
Even the strongest liquor is just a beverage that can only numb them for a moment.
After drinking countless glasses of wine, Barlow stood up and walked out with steady steps, showing no signs of drunkenness.
As he walked into the street, a cold wind swept over him.
On a C-class planet, winter has just begun.
The snow fell heavily, covering the ground and turning the streets into a silver-white wonderland.
Winter days are always particularly short. It's only six o'clock in the evening, but the moon has already risen high in the sky.
The city was brightly lit by streetlights, so it didn't seem so dark.
Barlow walked to the roadside and found his own agricultural aircraft.
After boarding the aircraft, Barlow adjusted his destination and replanned his route.
His destination was not his home on a Class C planet.
He was going to his farmland.
Switching to autopilot, the aircraft took off, and Barlow turned his head to look at the farmland below through the porthole.
This Class C planet is an agricultural planet.
The vast plains were covered with snow.
Because the land is so flat and fertile, the farmland here has no ridges or mountains.
It stretches as far as the eye can see, and is especially beautiful in summer when it is lush and green.
Barlow's mind was a jumble of thoughts.
At this moment, he was no longer able to control his consciousness, and his mind was racing with random thoughts.
Just a moment ago I was thinking about the snowy scenery of the farmland, but the next second I was thinking about the summer scenery.
Barlow bit his tongue; the taste of blood made him shudder, bringing a moment of clarity to his mind.
Half an hour later, Barlow landed on his farmland.
He owns thousands of hectares of farmland, and all the fields within a hundred miles are under Barlow's care.
At this moment, fresh snow was falling from the sky.
When the new snow falls on the old snow that hasn't melted yet, it makes a crunching sound when you step on it.
The snow in the fields had not melted and was now up to Barlow's knees.
But he still walked step by step from the edge of the farmland to the very center of it.
A profound silence reigned, the north wind howled, and the only sound in the world seemed to be the crunching of snow beneath Balo's feet.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Barlow finally could no longer control the restless energy in his mind.
His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.
Balo's mental energy is about to erupt.
A chaotic mind is a sign that the female insect is about to lose control.
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