National Forensic Doctor

Duanda Group.

The 36-story self-owned office building’s blue glass curtain walls seemed to hang with halos under the sunlight.

There’s also a vast and open mini-square in front of the building, a resource shared by the entire park, but since Duanda was the developer, the best site was reserved for themselves.

Noon.

The doors of the office building opened simultaneously, and groups of social elites burst out like jubilant sheep from multi-layered luxurious pens, surging towards the surrounding welfare area to spend the income they have yet to receive today.

Some big spenders, those who like to treat others to meals, and those domesticated office workers would even take out their earnings, sheared off over several days, to warmly entertain others.

Chen Xiangrong was such an average office worker.

Similar to many ordinary employees from big companies these years, Chen Xiangrong came from an ordinary key high school, achieved an ordinary high score among the top 50 in his grade, graduated from an ordinary 985 university, then pursued a master’s degree under an ordinary supervisor, completed two ordinary projects during school, rejected the plain invitation from his supervisor, and after an ordinary scatter-shot resume submission and a total of five rounds of interviews, finally became an ordinary employee at Duanda Group.

After four years of ordinary 996 work schedule, Chen Xiangrong had become an ordinary supervisor in his department, responsible for all the ordinary miscellaneous tasks, including those urgent ordinary ones.

Chen Xiangrong was fairly satisfied with such an ordinary life, even though there were many idiots among the company’s colleagues, leaders, departmental regulations, and strategic strategies.