Five days had passed since the Hong City incident, bringing the date to the end of December.
As the New Year's bells rang outside the window, the date in the bottom-right corner of the computer screen changed from 12/31/234 of the New Calendar to 1/1/235.
The new year had begun.
Zhou Chen stretched in his office chair and turned to look out the window at the thick, swirling snow. He wanted to go out and build a snowman.
"You're not leaving until your work is done."
Jiang Che said without looking up from her phone on the sofa. An AI-synthesized voice could be faintly heard from it, "Now, look closely. This man's name is Jack..."
"Alright, alright..."
Zhou Chen sighed and went back to the mountain of files in his inbox. "Since when did you get into watching those clickbait videos that they split into a million parts?" he asked casually.
Jiang Che's voice was flat, with a hint of languor. "I'm a human, not a robot. I need some downtime to relax."
