In mid-September, on a Monday morning.
Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting mottled shadows across the manager's office of the brand-new (at least nominally) New Media Innovation Department. Li Banjia took a deep breath. The air still seemed to carry the faint scent of a new printer toner cartridge and... a hint of formaldehyde?
"Cough, cough. The perks of a P8 manager really are different; even the air you breathe is full of a 'premium' fragrance," he muttered to himself inwardly, picking up the new goji berry thermos cup that Administration had just issued, and taking a sip.
Chapter 51