New Year's Day.
The company's staff began to get truly busy.
Before, being busy meant having no leisure time throughout the day, having to work hard as soon as one got to the office, and rarely having time to relax—though one could stiil leave on time.
Now, working overtime had become the norm.
Having gone from slacking off when he first joined, to the intense workload after Sun Wen left, and now to the present, Qin Guanglin occasionally felt a sense of wonder.
People really do change with their environment.
What was he thinking when he first joined?
Increase income and reduce expenses; casually work on comics on the side, take on some freelance work at home, earn just over ten thousand yuan, and feel pretty content.
Now, he was bent on earning and saving money, giving up his original profession, and diving headfirst into company life.
"Is your company about to go under?" He Fang asked, lying in bed under the covers, looking at Qin Guanglin who had just returned from work.
