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A few months later. 

Song Jingren entered the tall building with a cup of coffee in his hand as the woman in the receptionist position stood up to greet him but he gestured to her to not make a big deal out of his arrival. Like always, he took the presidential elevator that took him to the top floor where his business was located. Not just any business but his special business. 

"President Song, '' a person greeted him as he got out of the elevator. He nodded and went inside to find his business and he found her sitting on the desk in the far end of the big hall, almost drowned in files. Oh, it seemed someone was working hard today.