Offering flowers before the Buddha

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..."
A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

Nyoi-Bo Studio

Mysterious Revival

Vicky_

By noon, Yang Jian had already left the headquarters and returned to Ping'an Hotel.


In the hotel lobby, Zhang Lei, Huang Ziya, Wang Jiang, and even Feng Quan were already waiting there, and Xiong Wenwen was squatting in an inconspicuous corner playing a mobile game, seemingly determined to hang onto their coattails.


"Brother Tui, you're back so soon. How did it go?" Feng Quan asked directly.


Yang Jian had just walked into the lobby. "How could it go? Just as I thought, Cao Yanhua stepped in to mediate. If the circle of friends really agreed to my terms, then this matter can only come to an end. I gave them half a day out of respect for Cao Yanhua's face. Anyway, let's not talk about this now. I have something else to tell you. I turned down the position of captain."


Not only Feng Quan, but Zhang Lei and Huang Ziya were also shocked. Xiong Wenwen even looked at Yang Jian with an idiotic gaze.


Chapter 572 Decision