Chapter 1

In the Innovation Building of Yunhai City, on the 13th floor, room 13.

"Ah, this year is just full of bad luck!"

Wei Kun, dispirited, squatted at the company entrance.

One hand held a cigarette, the other a financial report, smoke curling up as he sighed deeply.

He felt that he had truly hit rock bottom.

And he was almost at the end of his rope.

Just yesterday.

His distant second uncle passed away, and a law firm, traveling a great distance, delivered a will to Wei Kun.

In the will, this distant relative, whose appearance he didn't even know, kindly instructed:

"Kun, you are my only blood descendant. I don't have much to leave you, but I will give you the company I founded..."

Wei Kun, dazed, signed his name in the legal position, and then today, he was shocked to discover...

This company, named Happy Interactive, was on the brink of bankruptcy!

Total assets were negative 36 million!

Employees were fleeing, and the development team had completely disbanded, leaving only a programmer named Li Zhiqiang still on the job.

Tao Yaoyao, the top streamer of Happy Interactive, walked over with her graceful snake-like steps, gently draped her arm around Wei Kun's shoulder, and comforted him in a soft voice:

"New boss, as long as you work hard, you can still make a comeback."

Wei Kun lifted his head, his eyes filled with emotion.

He held Tao Yaoyao's soft, boneless hand and sighed, "Yaoyao, it's great to be in this boat together."

Tao Yaoyao secretly pulled her hand away and asked in a more alluring tone:

"Shouldn't you give me my incentive bonus for the first half of the year~"

"Incentive bonus? What incentive bonus?"

Wei Kun looked puzzled, "I checked the work schedule, and you haven't streamed for three months. I asked your boyfriend Xiao Chen in the company, and he doesn't know where you've been."

Tao Yaoyao's face turned cold, then she forced a smile.

"Wasn't I just busy... Mr. Wang insisted that I go to the Maldives with him, and I had no choice."

"Ah, I understand you."

Wei Kun sighed, "As they say in pool, women are like pool balls. Once you choose a solid or a stripe, you can't change it during the game. It's out of your control."

Seeing Wei Kun's softened tone, Tao Yaoyao's expression brightened, and she nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, so the bonus..."

Wei Kun shook his head and continued, "But just like in pool, every cue should put the ball in the right pocket. You were in the Maldives, and you definitely put the ball in the wrong pocket. This is a deliberate foul..."

"What do you mean, Wei! Who are you saying is fouling? Who are you insulting!" Tao Yaoyao was furious.

Wei Kun shrugged innocently.

"Sorry, I misspoke. You didn't foul."

Tao Yaoyao rolled her eyes, "That's more like it."

Wei Kun spread his hands.

"I forgot to mention, you are a universal pocket. No matter how many cues put the ball in, it's not a foul. That's the new rule set by the pocket association last year. Honest people usually don't know this..."

Tao Yaoyao's face twisted in anger, but she couldn't find a retort.

"Spit—!"

"Little scoundrel, I can put the ball wherever I want, and you can't do anything about it! You and this rotten company can both go to hell!"

Tao Yaoyao stomped off in a rage, her high heels clacking.

Wei Kun wiped the spittle from his face, but he had no desire to be angry, only a deep sadness.

"Second Uncle, if you knew, you should have taken me with you!"

"Detected the host's suicidal thoughts!"

"Horrible Company Management System, activating..."

Wei Kun was still immersed in his grief, completely unaware of the voice.

At this moment, the shrill ring of the company phone startled Wei Kun.

He staggered to answer it.

"Hello, this is Longguo Agricultural Bank, I'm Manager Zhao. Your company's loan with us is about to expire. When will you come to the bank to handle the repayment procedures..."

"Wait until my seventh day—beep."

The phone rang again.

"Hello, Mr. Wei, we need to settle the six million debt. Don't say it's not your responsibility because it's a family debt. We only recognize the contract. You are the legal representative of the company, and we will take legal action..."

"Suggest the judge sentence me to be shot—beep."

The phone rang again.

"Hehe, you're Wei? Nothing much, just wanted to tell you that Yaoyao is now with us at Star Interactive. This industry isn't for you. But the grudge you have against Yaoyao, I will make you pay for it..."

"Go ahead and pee on my grave, and drown me—beep."

Finally, it was quiet.

Wei Kun slumped to the ground, his heart as dead and cold as the company.

36 million, sell a kidney?

Even selling myself to a rich woman and scrubbing steel wool until it sparks wouldn't help!

The sunset cast a long, lonely shadow on Wei Kun.

The last employee, Li Zhiqiang, clocked out and politely nodded to the statue-like Wei Kun:

"Boss, I'm going home. You... try to stay positive."

"Uh-huh..."

Wei Kun's eyes were blank, his response wooden, completely unaware of the passage of time.

Until the sun set completely, and the entire company was plunged into darkness.

Drip...

Drip...

The sound of the wall clock kept echoing, dripping onto his face, wet and sliding to his lips, salty.

"Even the wall clock is bullying me, sigh..."

Wei Kun sighed, patted his empty stomach, and was about to get up to find something to eat...

Wait?!

He suddenly realized something was off.

The sound of the wall clock, could it be dripping on my face?

Water leak from upstairs?

No!

If the water is salty, it must be a drain leak!

Wei Kun subconsciously chose the latter between the drain and an unknown liquid.

He glanced at the cold computer screen.

In the moonlight, he vaguely saw...

A long, thin shadow above his head, swaying with the sound of the clock.

Wei Kun's hair stood on end, a current shot up from his spine, hitting the back of his head, making his scalp tingle!

He lifted his head sharply!

Nothing there, only the quiet, old black wall clock.

Wei Kun relaxed, exhaling the breath he had been holding, and was about to mock his sensitivity when he froze again, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

The old wall clock, possibly broken or not wound, hung motionless like a naturally drooping arm.

Since the sound isn't from the wall clock...

"Could it really be water from the drain?" Wei Kun muttered, unable to accept it.

He cautiously looked around.

In the moonlight, the tables, chairs, computers, and printers were all hidden in black shadows.

Wei Kun panted heavily, staring intently at the seemingly normal setup, finding no abnormalities, only his breathing getting heavier.

Drip, drip, drip—

Like someone in slippers walking on marble, getting closer, closer...

"Who's there!" Wei Kun turned sharply, seeing nothing but the curtain fluttering in the breeze.

At this moment.

The printer suddenly emitted a shrill, piercing sound, as if something was screaming!

Wei Kun's heart was gripped! He looked at the printer!

"Beep—!"

"Beep—!"

"Beep—!"

The printer's plug was on the desk, but it was lit up, stubbornly printing a blank sheet!

Wei Kun swallowed hard.

With a pounding heart, he slowly approached the printer and finally found the printed paper.

The paper was white, the words in glaring red!

"Employee Recruitment Form..."

"She is standing behind you."

As his eyes fell on the last word, his neck suddenly tightened!

A cold, thin veil lightly brushed his back, and in the mirror on the wall, he finally saw the swaying, long shadow.

A red-clad female corpse, hanging upside down, with pitch-black pupils, a deathly pale face, and a twisted smile, staring at Wei Kun.

The cold, black hair that brushed his neck was hers...