Song Wuli sent a document to Bianju Biaoji, who casually pointed out some flaws and forced Old Song to change some content. Bianju Biaoji sat on the bed, the more he thought, the angrier he got, but he still skimmed through it briefly.
Then he lay down to try to get some more sleep. A few minutes later, Old Song sent the revised new document to him.
Bianju Biaoji, who had just barely drifted into a half-asleep state, was woken up again. To prevent further disturbance, he could only send a message: [I’ll study it and get back to you later.]
He lay down again, still hoping for more sleep, but this time he couldn’t fall asleep no matter what. After tossing and turning in bed for half an hour, he had no choice but to get up.
Song Wuli had already gone to work. On the subway, he suddenly received a message from Huang Yi.
[Preliminary investigation results are ready. Sending them to you. The password is the date we first met.]
Huh? The date we first met? Old Song downloaded the file. It was a compressed archive, requiring a password to open.
He thought for a long time, but couldn’t remember.
Yin Lin: “Which day?”
Two minutes later, Huang Yi sent another new document, saying: [I changed the password. It’s the date we met the second time.]
Yin Lin: “So which day is it?”
Huang Yi was left speechless. He changed the password again: [Changed it again. The password is the date of your debut.]
Song Wuli downloaded the file again and stared at the password box, deep in thought.
‘What day was my debut?’
He opened Liang Tai’s live broadcast room, looked through his historical videos, and found the password from there.
After opening the compressed archive, there was a document inside.
Just as he was about to open it, he remembered the idea from two days ago about downplaying the Magical Girl, and held back. He didn’t open it, leaving it for later.
‘I’m in too deep. I’m almost becoming a professional Magical Girl. I need to hold back.’
When he arrived at the company building, he saw Huang Yijun and the CEO driving out of the factory building. He happened to run into the newcomer, Chang Yong, who was also coming in for overtime.
Going upstairs, Chang Yong politely greeted him and then pressed the elevator button for Old Song.
It felt a bit strange, as if he had become a leader.
When he reached the Wenan Group office area, he could see from a distance that the other members of the group had already arrived. They were being quite diligent.
These newcomers usually didn’t like working overtime, but recently they had become more hardworking.
Just as he sat down at his workstation, Xiao Liu came over with a cup of hot coffee.
“What are you up to? Being so attentive, are you trying to borrow money?”
Song Wuli became a bit wary.
“No, I was just bored this morning. I brewed some coffee for myself, and I got one for Team Leader Song too.”
Xiao Liu finished speaking and left without making any requests.
Old Song became more and more curious, but he still entered work mode.
He really had Bianju Biaoji under his thumb. Knowing that the producer and the company cared a lot about the new version of Què Yì and wanted to use it to restore their reputation, he could push Bianju Biaoji hard now without being punished by the producer.
After going head-to-head with Bianju Biaoji, he gained immense goodwill from the company’s lower-level employees.
Even Group 1, which had previously been neither warm nor cold toward Group 2, now had a bit more respect for Song Wuli.
Sometimes, the “hero” in the workplace is the one who dares to talk back to a superior. That alone is something the vast majority can’t do.
Someone like Old Qian, who was full of weaknesses, couldn’t do it.
In the entire large company, no one else dared to resist.
Only Song Wuli stepped up, becoming everyone’s mouthpiece, doing what everyone dared not say or do.
In the eyes of the newcomers in Second Wenan Group, Song Wuli was a temporary hero.
The weekend work atmosphere was very relaxed. Xiao Zhao ordered some milk tea and also got one for Song Wuli.
Just as he raised his hand to refuse, Xiao Zhao explained, “It’s low sugar.”
Old Song accepted it, still puzzled.
“Are you guys really not trying to borrow money from me?”
Xiao Zhao shook his head.
“Then what’s going on with you? Why is everyone acting so strangely?”
“No, Team Leader Song. I’ll go back to work.”
With that, she returned to her workstation.
When he went to lunch at noon, he checked his phone. Huang Yi had sent another message, asking for his opinion on the investigation report.
This deepened Old Song’s curiosity.
During the afternoon work, he remained very concerned about this matter, constantly thinking about the suspects from Ocean Trade Company and such.
Was that female suspect real or not? What exactly did Ocean Trade Company do? What about those Mana materials? And what was Old Wang’s background?
A lot of questions piled up in his mind.
To distract himself, he went looking for trouble with Bianju Biaoji again, sending him over a dozen documents and demanding he review them immediately.
Then he fell into a boring period of time, unable to stop himself from letting his mind wander.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
His mind was filled with thoughts of the Magical Girl again. With trembling, excited hands, he took out the silver phone and opened the document Huang Yi had sent him.
This thing was a neatly formatted report, very formal.
It was far more orderly than the documents written by his colleagues in the Wenan Group.
It had a title, subtitles, and sections; each paragraph had a two-space indent. Even the small details were taken care of.
He continued reading.
The report mentioned the interrogation of the criminal suspect.
No matter how stubborn the suspect was, the Eastern Alliance managed to crack him open.
That Ocean Trade Company was indeed from the Star Summoning Society. Apart from the suspect’s confession, they had also obtained some evidence.
Seeing this, Song Wuli left his workstation, went to the restroom, sat down in a stall, and seriously read through Huang Yi’s report.
These pieces of evidence were actually a fallback the suspect had left for his family.
Fearing that the Star Summoning Society might harm his family, he had secretly taken some photos, recordings, and copies of documents related to the society.
These things were hidden away, and after he had been out of contact for a while, they would automatically be sent to his family.
But he couldn’t withstand the torture of the Eastern Alliance, confessed, and they obtained these pieces of evidence.
That day, after discovering that the Mana cargo at the port was being investigated, they urgently evacuated the company. At that time, three people got into a car and fled the scene.
Jin Luan and Yin Lin followed the trail all the way to the suspect’s home, keeping a close watch. But when they reached the destination, there was only the suspect left in the car; the other two had disappeared.
Under the Great Memory Restoration Technique of the Eastern Alliance, the suspect confessed to this part as well.
It turned out that the car had a mechanism: the undercarriage could be lifted.
When they stopped at a place with a manhole cover, they lifted the inside floorboard of the car, crawled out from below, and used the car as cover to quietly open the manhole cover and go underground.
That was how the two escaped Jin Luan and Yin Lin’s surveillance.
It wasn’t a targeted move because they had noticed the two women; it was just following the established safety procedures, which happened to shake them off.
The reason the suspect confessed to this was that the Eastern Alliance had already figured it out—they found the car, investigated it, discovered the special design of the undercarriage, and easily deduced how the two had escaped.
As for the identities of the other two in the car and the situation of Ocean Trade Company, he said basically everything he could.
There were some minor details in the report that didn’t need to be read.
His status was too low; he didn’t know the core intelligence. He was guarding against the Star Summoning Society, and the Star Summoning Society was also guarding against him.
When he was almost finished reading, he noticed there were many chat messages in the “Jinyin Hong San Jiemei” group, sent by Huan Hong—she had received intelligence about a Demonic Creature attack.
There were two of them, both breaking through from the front lines: one broke through the border from the north and entered the suburbs, and the other broke through from the south.