105: Chapter 106: The Brothers' Teasing in the Elevator – The Completely Formed Talent Base

The short ten-meter carpeted path to the elevator.

On the surface, Shen Du still maintained that cold, untouchable demeanor of a big boss in a sharp suit.

But only he knew the truth in his heart.

He was currently relying entirely on the last shred of dignity as a man, along with stubborn, iron-willed perseverance, to hold on.

Even while forcing himself to sit in the soft and spacious back seat of that Rolls-Royce, Shen Du could clearly feel that his legs, usually steady and powerful, were uncontrollably trembling slightly.

The steady, luxurious Rolls-Royce drove through the countless bustling streets of the Magic City.

Finally, it slowly stopped under the office building of the Jiyuan Technology headquarters.

However, after the car came to a stop, the driver in front respectfully opened the back door.

A full half hour passed, yet Shen Du remained leaning against the leather seat, eyes closed, with no intention of getting out.

It wasn't that he wanted to put on airs as a boss in front of his employees.

It was just that he was truly so drained that he barely had the strength to even lift his leg to step out of the car.

In this city that resembled a concrete jungle, the uncrowned king who could use a billion dollars to utterly crush the Beijing Circle aristocratic families had finally been disarmed in a woman's embrace.

Looking at his own "useless" legs, Shen Du rubbed his throbbing temples.

A self-deprecating bitter smile curled at the corner of his mouth, which finally turned into an extremely helpless sigh: "It seems... after I settle the matters regarding the Lithography Machine, I really need to find some time to properly exercise!"

After recovering in the car for over half an hour, Shen Du took a deep breath.

He squeezed out the very last bit of physical strength remaining in his body.

He straightened the hem of his trench coat, then gritted his teeth.

Forcing himself to maintain that imposing aura, he took slightly unsteady steps, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the elevator of the company building.

Shen Du entered the private elevator, and only when the elevator doors slowly closed did he finally let out a breath, leaning against the metal wall of the cabin in exhaustion.

However, when the elevator was halfway up, it suddenly stopped at the middle administrative floor.

As the elevator doors slid open, two figures with their arms around each other were chatting as they prepared to walk in.

It was none other than Shen Du's close friends from his dorm room—the current Vice President of Jiyuan Technology, Xu Hao, and the technical core, Lin Zimo.

The two capable men looked up, saw Shen Du leaning against the elevator wall, and were instantly stunned.

At this moment, Shen Du was still wearing that expensive, top-tier suit, but his face was an unnaturally pale color.

His eyes—usually deep, sharp, and capable of seeing through everything—were now filled with undisguised fatigue.

He looked as if he had just been dragged off a site of high-intensity manual labor.

They were all young men in their early twenties, full of vigor.

Coupled with the tacit understanding from eating and living together, Xu Hao and Lin Zimo exchanged a knowing, suggestive look in just 0.1 seconds.

"Oh my, President Shen!"

Xu Hao stepped into the elevator first, and without a moment's hesitation, stepped forward to grab Shen Du's left arm.

While suppressing his laughter, he winked and joked in a low voice: "President Shen, you look so exhausted... You haven't been back to the company for three whole days; exactly how many miles have you walked out there? You haven't worn through your shoe soles, have you?"

Lin Zimo, who was usually taciturn and could be called a "poker face" in the technical field, surprisingly took a big step forward, which was extremely rare.

He tacitly extended his right hand and steadily supported Shen Du's right arm from the other side.

Pushing up his glasses, Lin Zimo looked at Shen Du and chimed in, half-joking and half-serious: "President Shen, Vice President Xu is right. You must take good care of your health. You know, everyone here at Jiyuan Technology, all hundreds of us, are counting on you to make a living!"

"If anything were to happen to you, Xu Hao and I wouldn't even have time to cry on the other side of the ocean."

Being propped up by these two guys on the left and right like a seriously ill patient, Shen Du felt a mix of laughter and tears.

Looking at Xu Hao's chubby face, which was flushed red from holding back laughter, and then looking at Lin Zimo's rare teasing expression, Shen Du originally wanted to put on his boss's airs and reprimand them, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

Outside, he was a tyrant who could cover the sky with one hand and force back the old money conglomerates of the Beijing Circle.

But at this moment, in front of these two old classmates who had once accompanied him to eat instant noodles and pull all-nighters, he was just an ordinary young man who had just been defeated in a woman's embrace.

"Alright, you two brats, stop singing in harmony against me."

Shen Du laughed and scolded self-deprecatingly, simply giving up on resisting.

He let down all his defenses and tension.

He allowed these two trusted brothers to continue their banter while they steadily supported him all the way out of the elevator.

They escorted him directly into the office.

Being half-pushed and half-carried by the two into the spacious president's office, Shen Du sank deep into the soft boss chair.

He let out a long sigh, and only then did he feel that his trembling legs had finally regained some sensation.

Shen Du picked up the teacup on the table to moisten his throat, his gaze falling on the two standing in front of the desk.

His expression gradually recovered its steadiness from the earlier brotherly jokes.

He first looked at Lin Zimo, his tone carrying a hint of expectation: "I haven't seen you around the company for a while lately. How is your learning of underlying technology going while following Technical Expert Su Hua?"

Hearing Shen Du's question, Lin Zimo scratched his head honestly.

Shen Du keenly noticed that this former tech geek with an amazing amount of hair had, after half a year of high-pressure coding destruction, started to show signs of thinning on the top of his head, developing toward a "Mediterranean" hairline.

However, corresponding to this receding hairline was the increasingly profound professionalism and confidence in Lin Zimo's eyes.

He nodded vigorously and reported: "Yes! After half a year of high-intensity precipitation in actual combat, my skills are now very solid. Even if Master Technical Expert Su Hua is not in the country, I can now fully lead the team independently to complete the code cleaning and silencing of the entire massive server matrix of Jiyuan Technology, as well as the maintenance and deployment of all sudden vulnerabilities!"

Watching his once taciturn roommate now fully on the right track in the technical field, Shen Du nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he turned his head to look at Xu Hao on the side and asked casually: "By the way, where is Chen Fei? I haven't seen this kid for a long time; he hasn't died on some woman's belly, has he?"

Hearing this teasing from his boss, Xu Hao burst into laughter and shook his head repeatedly: "President Shen, you underestimate the fatty! Ever since he made up his mind to lose weight successfully, he is now the top socialite in all the major top-tier clubs in the Magic City!"