Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Jiang Siming paid off the debt owed by Yinghuan Tower in one go, generously handing over 3 billion.

The building officially became another piece of real estate under his name. This massive structure, standing in the prime location of Lujiazui, Shanghai, had essentially become Jiang Siming’s "pet."

In terms of scale, Yinghuan Tower was significantly larger than Fuding Hotel, boasting a total of 39 floors and classified as a mid-sized office building.

It had a construction area of 100,000 square meters and covered a land area of 140,000 square meters.

The building had 36 floors above ground and 3 underground.

Its prime location justified the steep price of 3.5 billion.

By acquiring this property, Jiang Siming could only profit, with great potential for future appreciation.

The old name and logo of the office building had already been removed and replaced with "Yinghuan Tower." Even several new security guards were hired.

Inside, the construction of new elevators was in full swing and was expected to be completed soon.

Instead of just one, two new elevators were being installed—one for general employee use and another exclusively for Jiang Siming and the company’s senior executives.

Impressive, right?

Jiang Siming also had the floors above and below his company’s office space cleared out, expanding the company’s presence from one floor to three.

The additional two floors were already undergoing renovations. This wasn’t just reckless spending—it was a necessary move.

The company had now advanced to the top tier in the financial sector, and its scale was bound to expand, potentially several times over.

One floor simply wouldn’t be enough for future growth; calculations by Li Yingzi and her team projected that three floors would meet the expected demand.

Additionally, Jiang Siming acquired an extra floor, not for office use, but as an employee relaxation and entertainment area.

It would feature a café, game room, internet café, dining area, library, and more—all dedicated to serving his employees.

Although it might seem extravagant, Jiang Siming had the luxury to be indulgent.

After assigning these tasks to Li Yingzi and the company’s team of managers, Jiang Siming returned to his role as the hands-off boss.

Come on, if he had to do everything himself, what was the point of having managers and assistant managers?

A boss was meant to sit back and collect money, wasn’t he?

"You really don’t want to do even a bit of work, huh?"

Seeing Jiang Siming trying to slip away, Li Yingzi sighed in exasperation.

They were in Jiang Siming’s chairman’s office, originally discussing business.

"Does a boss need to do work?"

Jiang Siming countered.

Li Yingzi had no rebuttal. That logic was… unshakable.

"Then at least stay and chat with me for a bit, okay?" she said with a hint of grievance.

Although she and Jiang Siming were close, their interactions always revolved around work.

Either Jiang Siming wasn’t at the company, or she was too busy to spare a moment. They rarely had personal conversations.

Hearing this, Jiang Siming stopped mid-step and walked over to the massage chair in the lounge area, lying down.

"I heard you bought a new car? Another Rolls-Royce? The accounting manager, Xiao Wang, said he saw it today."

Li Yingzi also reclined on another chair, adjusting her position to match Jiang Siming’s comfortable posture.

Lying down, Li Yingzi’s upper body was raised to a significant height. Jiang Siming glanced unintentionally and laughed, "You’ve got quite the figure, class monitor."

Li Yingzi blushed instantly, pretended to be angry, and smacked Jiang Siming’s chair. "Xiao Mingzi, I think you’re getting bolder!"

In truth, Li Yingzi had a great figure. Though she couldn’t quite compare to Jiang Siming’s many girlfriends, she had a bit of fullness, giving her a curvy and plump charm.

Her face was also no less attractive than the class beauty, Wang Xue, with rosy lips, white teeth, and delicate features.

"You don’t like compliments? Fine, I won’t compliment you anymore." Jiang Siming acted wronged.

Li Yingzi turned her head away and huffed before continuing, "Is your new car good-looking?"

"Of course! I’ll drive you home in it when I have time." Jiang Siming grinned.

He really liked his new Rolls-Royce Wraith.

Rolls-Royce had always been the pinnacle of luxury cars—every man had fantasized about owning one.

There were six models in total: Phantom, Wraith, Dawn, Ghost, Spectre, and Cullinan.

Jiang Siming’s was the Wraith, which was also Principal Wang’s favorite.

It was a Rolls-Royce coupe with a price tag of over 8 million yuan.

Moreover, Rolls-Royce cars weren’t just something you could buy with money alone; they required reservations and a certain social status.

"You’re ridiculously rich! You said it yourself—whenever you have time, you have to drive me home. I want to experience what it feels like to sit in a Rolls-Royce."

"No problem. If you’re free now, I can take you downstairs and drive you home right away."

"Forget it, I’m too busy. Stocks, renovations, keeping an eye on the elevator installation—I’m swamped. I’ve been going home every day with back pain. Every afternoon, I sneak into your office just to sit in the massage chair for a bit. Hehe."

Hearing this, Jiang Siming felt a little guilty. He really had put too much responsibility on her.

But there wasn’t much he could do—he only trusted Li Yingzi for now. The company was still new, and he wasn’t familiar with the others, so he didn’t dare delegate too much authority.

Everything was decided by Jiang Siming, passed to Li Yingzi, and then assigned to the other managers.

It was undoubtedly exhausting.

Jiang Siming took out a pill from his pocket—Detox and Beauty Pill—and handed it to Li Yingzi.

"What’s this?" she asked curiously.

"Don’t ask. Just take it before you shower at home tonight, and you’ll see. Remember, take it before showering, or you’ll regret it." Jiang Siming warned.

Thinking he was teasing her, Li Yingzi playfully said, "Why do I have to take it at home? I’ll just take it now!"

With that, she popped the pill into her mouth.

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Jiang Siming laughed at her sudden move. "Alright then, just wait and see."

"Wait for what? Who are you trying to scare, Xiao Mingzi?" Li Yingzi didn’t believe him at all.

But just as she finished speaking, she started to feel warm. Her arms began oozing a black, sticky substance.

"Ahhh!" Li Yingzi jumped up from the massage chair.

"What is this?!" She looked shocked, on the verge of tears.

It wasn’t just her arms—even her face was covered in it. She quickly covered her face, afraid Jiang Siming would see her in such an ugly state.

"Don’t worry, these are just toxins hidden in your body. Getting rid of them is only beneficial to you," Jiang Siming said casually.

He had already told her to take it at home, but this silly class monitor just had to be stubborn. Now, she couldn’t blame him.

"What do I do now? I can’t go out looking like this..."

"There’s a shower in my office. What are you worried about? Just go clean up." Jiang Siming said.

Only then did Li Yingzi remember—Jiang Siming’s office didn’t just have a shower, it even had a bedroom.

Realizing this, she bolted toward the back room, unwilling to stay another second.

But then, Jiang Siming suddenly thought—there was a shower, sure, but what about her clothes???

"Xiao Mingzi, what about my clothes?"

From inside the bathroom, Li Yingzi asked the exact same question.

Well, now they were both dumbfounded.