Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 1699 - 586: Zhang Yan! Zhang Yan! (Part 4)

Chapter 1699: Chapter 586: Zhang Yan! Zhang Yan! (Part 4)

The footsteps grew closer and closer.

"Swoosh!" She suddenly stood up from her seat and whispered, "Brother Bai."

As Bai Rui was about to walk past her, he glanced over impatiently, "Can we talk about this later?"

He waved his hand to signal for her to sit down and prepared to continue walking.

Zhang Yan lifted her head and said, "I’ve requested a break on DingTalk, two hours this afternoon. Please remember to approve it."

Bai Rui paused, and his brow instantly furrowed, "Didn’t you see the message I just sent in the group?"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The surrounding colleagues looked over one by one, with varied expressions.

"I saw it." Zhang Yan averted her gaze, her hands clenching into fists nervously at her sides, "But I have an urgent matter to handle, I must leave by four o’clock."

Bai Rui looked at her, his tone now containing obvious anger: "Does it have to be today? Zhang Yan, are you deliberately trying to upset me?"

The company is currently facing business issues, payment recovery is difficult, and the boss has been restricting finance and HR lately with the intention of layoffs already clear.

His position as content director is already precarious.

At a time like this, he naturally wants to perform well in front of the boss, leading the entire department to work overtime so the boss can see his "effort" and "loyalty".

But now, the usually obedient and dutiful Zhang Yan dared to undermine him publicly!

Zhang Yan’s lips moved slightly, her fingers applying a touch of force.

She is a very introverted person, and due to childhood experiences, she has always been accustomed to following rules, avoiding offense, and fearing to make others angry, especially direct supervisors like Bai Rui.

Her handwriting reflects her personality.

Even until she graduated high school, she wrote like an elementary student, each stroke precise and neat, fearing to make a single mistake or show the slightest irregularity.

Later, when she went to college and started practicing calligraphy alone, her rigid brush strokes gradually developed some of their own style.

She also knows that the safest way not to offend others is to transfer the money first to the "Time Bookstore" owner via WeChat.

Just ask him to hold on to the books until she can pick them up this weekend.

But... she really doesn’t want to miss it again.

In her mind appeared the image of her bookshelf neatly lined with those 32 volumes of "Dragon Ball."

She wants to have them right away.

She wants.

She has never, at this moment, wanted something so intensely.

An unprecedented impulse surged within her chest, colliding and rushing.

"Keep working, I have things to do." Bai Rui said impatiently, stepping forward again, heading towards his office.

A clear "pop" sound echoed in the quiet office.

In the startled gaze of all the colleagues in the office area, Zhang Yan abruptly closed her laptop.

She grabbed her backpack and said to Bai Rui’s back, "I’m leaving first."

Then she walked towards the company’s entrance without looking back.

At first, her steps were somewhat stumbling, but gradually she walked faster and more steadily.

As she stepped through the glass doors of the company, it seemed like the gaze of colleagues and leaders behind her was instantly cut off.

It was like breaking free from an invisible cage long suppressed.

Zhang Yan’s steps became lighter than ever before.

She rushed into the elevator, left Huiming Building, and emerged into the slightly cool, free air of Yang City in the afternoon.

Running, metro, transfer, shared bicycle...

When she finally arrived panting at the entrance of the "Time Bookstore," darkness had begun to fall.

Seeing the sign still warmly lit, Zhang Yan’s face broke into a wide smile.

Pushing open the door, the wind chime rang with a "ding-dong."

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

"Boss, I’m here. Where are Volumes 33 and 34 of ’Dragon Ball’?"

The bookstore owner, a gentle middle-aged man, was organizing bookshelves; he was taken aback seeing Zhang Yan rushing in breathlessly, but quickly realized.

"Oh, over here, I’ve kept them well for you."

With a smile, the owner took out two carefully wrapped comic books from under the counter with brown paper.

Zhang Yan stretched out her hands and solemnly received those two books.

Upon the moment her fingertips touched the pages, she felt as if she were grasping a world regained.

Her fingers trembled as she untied the wrapping and repeatedly checked these two books.

Qiong Island Photography and Art Publishing House, 2009 edition.

In excellent condition, only the edges of the pages had a slight age-related yellowing.

After confirming everything was correct, she lifted her head and bowed deeply to the owner, "Thank you."

"Uh..." the shop owner, feeling slightly embarrassed by her serious attitude, said "Young lady, you’re too polite. These two ending volumes are relatively rare, so I quoted you 70 yuan per book earlier. How about you give me 120 yuan, I’ll give you a discount."

"Let’s stick to 70 per book." Zhang Yan quickly took out her phone and made a 140 yuan payment via QR code.

The books were truly hers now.

She finally completed the last two volumes.

"Would you like to look at other books? I’ve received many good ones recently." The owner asked with a smile.

"No, thank you." Zhang Yan thanked him again and carefully placed the two comic books into her backpack as if they were treasures.

Leaving the bookstore.

She stood at the street corner, staring at the stream of vehicles and blinking neon lights, lost in thought for a while.

Until the ringtone of her phone "ringing" awakened her back to reality.