119: Chapter 119 Company Annual Meeting, the prize is a single-soldier flying machine.

Tianhai City Gymnasium was destined to be sleepless tonight.

This massive venue, capable of holding fifty thousand people, had been completely booked by Chenxing Technology.

Huge searchlights crisscrossed in the night sky, illuminating the entire area as bright as day.

Inside the venue, the roar of the crowd was deafening, and the scent of hormones was so thick it felt like it could ignite the air.

In the center of the stage, there were no invited celebrity influencers, nor were there any long-winded speeches from executives.

There was only a mountain there.

A "Mountain of Money" piled high with stacks of bright red hundred-yuan bills, gleaming gold bars, and rows of brand-new BMW car keys.

Simple. Crude. Incredibly tacky.

But for the working class, this was the most beautiful scenery in the world, bar none.

"Brothers! Drink up!"

Class Monitor Zhang Wei, wearing an ill-fitting Armani suit, stood beside the Mountain of Money with a glowing face, holding a microphone, his voice already hoarse from shouting.

As the former king of failing grades and the current Executive Vice President of Chenxing Technology, he felt he had reached the pinnacle of his life at this moment:

"The boss said! Tonight, we won't talk about ideals, and we won't be fed empty promises!"

"At Chenxing Technology, our main focus is simple—handing out cash!"

"Year-end bonuses are doubled! Everyone gets one!"

The thousands of employees in the audience instantly erupted, their cheers nearly blowing the roof off.

Teacher Li Guoqiang... oh no, Supervisor Li, was currently leading a group of cleaners, tossing out red envelopes by the handful, smiling so obsequiously that he looked twenty years younger.

"The boss is generous! Long live the boss!"

However. Just as the atmosphere was becoming uncontrollably heated, all the lights suddenly went out. Darkness descended.

Only a single solitary spotlight, like a sharp sword, pierced through the darkness and hit the very center of the stage.

There, a lifting platform had appeared at some point.

Jiang Chen stood there lazily, wearing his signature, unchanging casual outfit.

He didn't even glance at the pile of cash worth hundreds of millions beside him; there was even a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if it were just waste paper taking up space.

"Everyone's pretty happy, right?"

Jiang Chen held the microphone, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached every corner of the venue.

The audience quieted down, thousands of eyes fixed intently on this legendary boss.

"Actually, I find this pretty boring."

Jiang Chen kicked the box filled with gold bars beside him, causing it to emit a crisp "clatter":

"Money is just a number."

"Handing out cash? That's something nouveau riche people do. We are a technology company, an enterprise standing at the pinnacle of human civilization. Can't our annual meeting prizes have a bit more ambition?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd of confused yet expectant faces below, a mysterious smile curling at the corners of his mouth:

"So, for this year's grand prize, I've changed things up."

"I'm not giving away cars, and I'm not giving away houses."

"I'm giving you—"

Jiang Chen snapped his fingers.

"Freedom."

"Hum—" A deep, pleasant, and futuristic humming sound rang out.

The lifting platform rose slowly. An object covered by a silver dust cover appeared beside Jiang Chen.

The object wasn't large; it looked like a backpack.

Jiang Chen reached out and abruptly yanked off the dust cover.

"Whoosh!" The silver cloth slid off.

Revealing a metal device with an extremely sci-fi design, lines as smooth as a water droplet, and an entirely matte black finish.

It had two folded mechanical wings, a turbine core on the back emitting a faint blue glow, and precision attitude control thrusters on both sides.

Although they had never seen the real thing, everyone present, including the engineering nerds who only knew how to write code, recognized what it was in an instant.

This was the ultimate romance for a man. It was a longing that humanity had never ceased to have for thousands of years.

"Let me introduce it."

Jiang Chen patted the cold metal casing, his tone as flat as if he were introducing a new hair dryer:

"[Skywalker Type-1] Anti-Gravity Personal Flight Wing."

"Although it's the civilian speed-limited version, to prevent you from flying too fast and hitting birds, I've locked the maximum speed at 300 kilometers per hour."

"Range: 1,000 kilometers."

"Operation method: Brainwave assistance + somatosensory control. Idiot-proof operation; if you have legs, you can fly."

Dead silence. The entire gymnasium fell into a state of absolute silence that lasted for ten seconds.

Everyone's mouths hung wide open, the sound of dislocated jaws echoing one after another.

The employees who had been drooling over the gold bars moments ago now had a completely different look in their eyes.

Gold bars? To hell with the gold bars! Compared to this thing, gold bars were just a pile of scrap metal!

This was something that could actually fly! Not that clunky paraglider, and not that helicopter that only rich people could afford.

This was true—personal flight! Flying like Iron Man! Flying like a bird!

"Is... is this real?"

A bespectacled programmer in the front row stood up trembling, the cola cup in his hand crushed until it burst, splashing all over him, yet he didn't even notice, "Boss... this thing... can it really fly?"

"Whether it can fly or not, why don't you try it and see?"

Jiang Chen smiled and looked at the giant scrolling lottery screen:

"Tonight, there is one grand prize winner."

"Whoever wins it, this thing belongs to them. We'll have a test flight on the spot. If it doesn't fly, I'll pay you one hundred million."

"Start!"

At his command, the numbers on the big screen began to scroll crazily.

The hearts of thousands of employees jumped into their throats; countless people held their breath, pressed their hands together, and muttered the names of all kinds of deities.

Money can be earned later. But the chance to fly might only come once in a lifetime!

"Stop!"

Jiang Chen shouted. The screen froze.

An employee ID and a name appeared prominently in the center of the big screen, magnified countless times.

**[Employee ID: 09527]** **[Department: Backend R&D Department]** **[Name: Liu Bo]**

The gaze of the entire venue instantly searched the crowd like a searchlight.

"Who? Who is Liu Bo?" "Which department is he from? How is he so lucky?"

In a corner, a middle-aged programmer with thinning hair, wearing a plaid shirt, looking unremarkable and even a bit sleazy, was standing there blankly.

He was still holding half a slice of unfinished pizza in his hand, tomato sauce on the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he hadn't reacted yet either.

Until his colleague next to him punched him hard, his eyes red with jealousy:

"Old Liu! Stop eating! It's you! You bastard, you won!"

Liu Bo jolted, and the pizza in his hand dropped to the floor.

He pointed at his own nose in disbelief, then looked at the blue-glowing flight wing on the stage, feeling as if his whole being was floating.

"Me... is it me?"

"Come up!"

Jiang Chen waved at him, the smile on his face full of encouragement, like a devil tempting a mortal to fall:

"Liu Bo, right? Don't just stand there. Come up and try out your new wings."

"Tonight, this sky..."

Jiang Chen pointed to the open dome above the gymnasium, where starlight was spilling in: "It's yours."