Chapter 855 - 853: Once Upon a Time

At exactly nine o’clock, Zhou Yaling almost timed her face recognition to perfectly clock in successfully for work.

Watching her sister who was suddenly in no rush, Candy yawned, not caring at all.

Isn’t it just because she’s afraid of being "threatened" by her brother about attendance? Is it worth timing her arrival at work? Candy glanced at other employees, who were not hurrying and were chatting and laughing as they walked toward the office building, thinking, Look at them, they’re in no rush at all.

Even a little kid like her knew that Candy Technology’s official work time was nine o’clock, but the time was flexible, and it wasn’t stated that if you weren’t exactly on time you’d be considered late.

Holding Little Grey in her left hand and pulling Bun, who was starting to resemble a big orange cat, with her right hand, well, in Candy’s view, at least you could tell which part was Bun’s neck now.

After entering the elevator, Candy looked up at her sister and curiously asked:

"Sis? Brother’s not next to you now, tell me, why are you so afraid of him?"

"Afraid of him?" Zhou Yaling scoffed.

"Sis, your smile is a little forced."

In response, Zhou Yaling’s mouth twitched, and her gaze shifted to the poster on the left side of the elevator, which showed a plane that had just taken off, but the design was odd, not like a commercial aircraft, nor like any transport plane she’d seen from other countries.

"Sis, are you trying to divert attention by looking at that crappy picture?"

"No."

"Oh~ then please answer my question directly."

This little one seemed determined to get some answers; her eyes rolled as she smiled and prepared to speak...

Before Zhou Yaling could say what she wanted, Candy immediately put on an exaggerated face and shouted, "Sis! I saw your eyes rolling, it’s the prelude to trickery, don’t deny it! Whenever I want to trick brother, I subconsciously roll my eyes."

Before she finished speaking, the smile on Zhou Yaling’s face froze. Are kids this clever now? They’ve learned to observe people’s little gestures.

Behind the two, Zero remained silent, although she had only come into the world recently, it didn’t stop her from collecting parts of Zhou Yaling’s past black history.

Take high school, for example; the time her elder brother tricked Zhou Yaling the most was after the college entrance exam results came out, quietly chatting with Zhou Yaling’s homeroom teacher about life, and at the cost of high school subject notes, he secured a year’s worth of special care for Zhou Yaling.

If it weren’t for that, given Zhou Yaling’s usual grades in the first two years of high school, she would easily get into a decent second-tier university, but dreaming of a better first-tier university was wishful thinking.

"Ding~ Sixteenth floor, arrived."

As soon as the elevator door opened, Zhou Yaling grabbed her bag and strode out.

"Sis, why are you walking so fast? I’m still puzzled by many questions?"

"Don’t bug me today; I’m not feeling well."

In an instant, Candy pulled to a halt, not daring to pursue her questions any further.

Watching her sister walk into the president’s office, Candy turned to go into her brother’s office, murmuring to herself, "I can’t provoke Sis these days; during her irritable periods, it’s easy to get hit."

On the other side, Zhou Yaling, sitting at her workstation, looked back curiously. What’s going on today? One warning was so effective; she actually didn’t follow.

"Zhou Yaling, you’re here. These are the documents just delivered by the HR department."

"Okay, thanks."

Looking at the documents, Zhou Yaling sighed. This batch of interns had completed their centralized training, and next week they would be assigned to various departments for hands-on training.

From the computer files, she retrieved last year’s notice template and copied one to her desktop.

Just like last year, this year still implemented a one-on-one principle. Based on the interns’ performance, mentors could receive varying degrees of subsidies each month.

After spending more than ten minutes drafting the notice and ensuring there were no issues, Zhou Yaling requested a one-time permission from Zero to send the notification to all staff through the OA software.

Sent successfully!

Looking at the text prompt on the software, Zhou Yaling squeezed her neck. Next week, there’d be plenty to do.

In Shanghai, a seemingly ordinary lab, because an item was delivered there last night, the once-unnoticed lab had been under constant surveillance from multiple parties since last night.

The personnel involved in the testing inside the lab had no idea how many red envelopes each of them received, because, after all, no one would check cash flow without reason.

At ten in the morning, the sky in Shanghai was overcast, and according to the weather forecast, there was a 90% chance of heavy rain in the next hour.

As the lab doors opened, more than ten personnel walked out. In less than three minutes, pinpoint data from Candy Technology’s space suit spread worldwide.

After reading the summary of the analysis report and the advisory team’s recommendations, global institutions didn’t hesitate—they wanted to buy a set at all costs. For nothing else, but a space suit with three new types of materials was unheard of.

When did the development of new materials become so easy?

Materials aren’t like software; top-notch material research institutions don’t believe Candy Technology could lock materials like software.

"Hello, the number you’ve dialed is busy. Please try again later."

"Sorry! The subscriber you dialed is busy now, please redial later."

In the office, Candy had been staring at Xia for almost ten minutes. Since ten minutes ago, Xia had a constant smile on her face.

Smiling for so long, aren’t her cheeks sore?

But Xia seemed delighted about receiving calls.

Xia Xiaomin grinned broadly as she hung up the phone, and the next moment, it rang again~

Ringing~

Candy held her forehead, numbly muttering, "Someone’s calling again."

Yes, since about ten minutes ago, quite suddenly, it was call after call, with an interval of no more than three seconds.

By eleven in the morning, as lunchtime approached, Xia Xiaomin’s notebook already had notes filled on two pages, her mouth dry.

At Xia Xiaomin’s request, Zero would record the information from each call, automatically writing it into a spreadsheet. If the caller had already remitted payment, Zero would mark it on the spreadsheet and accordingly arrange production based on the provided data.

"What? A week later? Wasn’t it mentioned payment allowed instant delivery?"

"No! No! No! Mr. Smith, that was an hour ago. Our production capacity is limited, but you might choose to purchase in a month when we should have sufficient production capacity."

"No, just now."

Hanging up the international call, Smith was furious beyond the ocean. At what time did merchants from that country always plead with them?