After arranging the tasks assigned by the Director, Song Cheng returned to his office, lit a cigarette, and watched the window somewhat absent-mindedly.
Layer upon layer, endlessly repeating and piling up like the walls of a maze, extended outside the window towards an infinitely distant place, and a torrential downpour was splashing out from between those labyrinthine walls, flying into the sky, washing over another piece of land above the heavens.
Song Cheng zoned out for a moment, then remembered that today was Friday, and after twelve o'clock, his office floor would move to the observation deck of the "labyrinth" area.
Friday, how nice, something to look forward to—a blissfully pleasant weekend... full of overtime.
Song Cheng smiled wryly at the thought, casually pulled down the Venetian blinds of his office, turned around to the desk, and looked at the several dossiers his subordinates had just delivered here.
