Opened the log of the system upgrade failure, tapping away underneath it for a long while.
Used the train’s internal connection channel and called Car No. 12.
"Hello Professor Ma, this is Secretary Shu Wei, applying for one-minute communication enhancement... Yes, it’s already filed, there should be a procedure approval record from the Train Captain on your personal terminal..."
Seeing the communication icon light up, Shu Wei bit his lower lip, sending out a negotiation letter almost like a challenge.
’Arrogant man.’
Shu Wei sighed deeply, looking up at the ceiling as the sheet slipped down, white dazzling to the eyes.
....
Storm Zone, Black Kite Headquarters.
A room roughly one hundred and eighty square meters is embedded in the cliff, with excellent house design making every corner bright with sunlight, yet not scorching enough to make anyone uneasy.
The room’s decor mostly used a deep yellow wood-grain wall panel, with edges a black piano lacquer gloss integrated tile.
It doesn’t feel like it’s built on a cliffside, rather it feels like an upscale community before the apocalypse.
No kitchen in the room, but there was a black walnut side cabinet with Mr. Shu, gray-haired at the temples, fiddling with hand-brewed coffee.
Suddenly, a blue light lit up on the edge of the cabinet.
Mr. Shu frowned, "Xiaoyi, open the door."
Moments later, a voice similar to Wang Yi’s by seventy percent suddenly said, "Okay, Brother Xin, opening the door for you."
The voice was lively and pleasant, a voice source recorded by Wang Yi in her younger days.
The electronic door silently opened, a tall secretary stood respectfully at the door and said, "Miss has replied."
Mr. Shu, while running the coffee machine, asked, "Where is she?"
"Armed train."
Mr. Shu paused, "How is the negotiation going?"
"The armed train has agreed to negotiate with us, but the time is undecided."
In the room, there was only the sound of coffee falling into the cup, after a while, Mr. Shu’s hoarse voice sounded.
"At least not entirely useless."
The secretary continued, "Madam wishes to see you."
"Probably just to scold me again."
Mr. Shu sighed.
The secretary remained silent at this.
"Xiaoyi."
"What’s wrong, Brother Xin, are you unhappy?"
The voice carried a hint of youthful playfulness and softness.
"You’re always making me feel like this now."
"Sorry, Brother Xin, did I do something wrong... Xiaoyi won’t do it next time, don’t be mad, okay?"
With a "bang" sound.
The freshly made coffee, along with the cup, was thrown into the sink.
Mr. Shu wiped his hands with a towel, "Help me schedule with Number Four."
"Number Four Director is not currently at headquarters, unable to schedule."
The secretary replied.
Mr. Shu frowned, "Who is currently available?"
"Number Two Director."