120: Chapter 120 The Employee Went Crazy: Boss, I'm Willing to Work for You for the Rest of My Life!

Under the spotlight, Liu Bo felt his legs trembling.

He was a typical back-end programmer. The most spectacular scene he had ever seen in his life was a waterfall of error codes when a server crashed. But now, tens of thousands of eyes were staring fixedly at him, and the intensity was enough to set his plaid shirt on fire.

"Bo... Boss, how do I wear this thing?" Liu Bo touched the cold metal backpack with trembling hands, as if he were touching a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment.

"Do you know how to wear a backpack?" Jiang Chen walked over, personally helped him fasten the mechanical wings onto his back, and casually wiped the ketchup stain off his collar. His movements were as gentle as if he were sending his son off to the battlefield: "Put it on, take a deep breath." "Think 'I want to fly' in your mind, and leave the rest to the chip." "Go, Pikachu... oh, that's not right. Go, Liu Bo!"

"Click." As the final magnetic buckle locked into place, the previously silent black backpack suddenly lit up with a ring of faint blue light.

There was no warm-up, nor was there the roar of jet engines. With just a soft "hum," a strange sensation of weightlessness instantly enveloped Liu Bo's entire body. He discovered in terror that his feet had actually left the ground, as if he were being gently lifted by an invisible hand.

One meter, two meters, five meters... "Holy crap! I'm flying! I'm actually flying!" Liu Bo screamed in fright, flailing his arms and legs in the air like a drowning duck.

But soon, the intelligent balance system derived from Wasteland technology intervened. The mechanical wings automatically deployed, fine-tuning his posture to keep him hovering steadily in mid-air.

"Don't move around! Use your mind to control it!" Jiang Chen shouted from below with a megaphone, "If you want to go forward, lean your body forward! If you want to fly high, look up at the sky!"

Liu Bo swallowed hard and tentatively leaned his body forward. "Whoosh—" He instantly turned into a streak of black light, gliding past the gymnasium's dome.

That feeling was incredible. No constraints of gravity, no traffic jams. The wind whistled past his ears, and beneath his feet were dense crowds of people and dazzling lights. At this moment, he was no longer that balding, slightly overweight, middle-aged corporate slave bent over by mortgage and car loan payments. He was a Skywalker. He was a free bird.

"Woohoo—!!!" Liu Bo could no longer hold it back and let out a cathartic roar. He controlled the flight wings to circle and dive above the gymnasium, and even gathered the courage to perform a clumsy barrel roll. At this moment, his soul was trembling.

And on the ground, those thousands of employees, heads tilted back, mouths agape, necks almost craning to the point of breaking, had a glimmer in their eyes that could no longer be described as "envy." It was fanaticism. It was jealousy. It was a crazy desire to drag Liu Bo down and fly up there themselves!

Money? Gold bars? In the face of the temptation of free flight, those things were so vulgar they weren't even worth mentioning! "Boss! I want to fly too!" "This is what you call a prize! I'd break my leg just to fly once!" "Liu Bo, get down here! Let me go up and have some fun!"

Watching this group of employees who were about to lose control, Jiang Chen nodded with satisfaction. This was the effect he wanted. He picked up the microphone and waved at the sky.

Liu Bo, still wanting more, controlled the flight wings and landed slowly. The moment he touched the ground, his legs went weak, and he knelt directly in front of Jiang Chen, hugging Jiang Chen's thigh while weeping bitterly: "Boss... thank you... sob, sob, sob..." "My life... has been worth it!"

Jiang Chen patted his shoulder, helped him up, and then turned to face the entire audience. The spotlight hit him once again. At this moment, his image in the eyes of the employees was no longer that of a young, nouveau riche boss, but of a god holding the keys to heaven.

"You all saw it, right?" Jiang Chen pointed to the flight wings behind Liu Bo, which were still radiating residual heat. His voice was calm, yet it carried a temptation that struck straight at the soul: "This thing is currently very expensive to manufacture." "The anti-gravity core alone is worth a Ferrari." "But!"

He changed his tone, his eyes becoming sharp as he scanned the audience: "Chenxing Technology never mistreats its own people." "I know many of you came here for the high salary, and some of you came just to watch the show." "But starting today, I want to give you a new reason."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and held up one finger: "Ten years." "As long as you work diligently and loyally at Chenxing Technology for ten full years!" "Whether you are a coder or a janitor." "This set of [Skywalker] flight wings..." "I, Jiang Chen, will gift one to every single one of you!"

Boom!!! This sentence was like a massive nuclear bomb detonating right in the center of the gymnasium. The roar of the crowd almost blew the roof off.

"Ten years? Forget ten years! Can I sign a lifetime contract instead?!" "Boss! I'll even move my household registration to the company! I'm not leaving! You couldn't drag me away if you tried!" "Damn it! Whoever dares to poach me, I'll fight them!" "Is this even a company? This is clearly my home! The boss is like my own father!"

It was madness. Absolute madness. In this era of 996 "blessings" and being "optimized" at 35, there was actually a boss who promised to give away a set of personal flight armor? What kind of god-tier company is this?

At this moment, resignation rates and slacking off were all non-existent. Everyone's eyes burned with two flames: one called loyalty, and the other called "working hard to crush the competition for the sake of the wings."

Even Supervisor Li Guoqiang, who was standing in the corner, was moved to tears at this moment. He gripped his broom tightly, swearing to lick every floor tile in the company until it was brighter than a mirror.

Jiang Chen looked at this group of fired-up "die-hard fans" below the stage, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. Selling dreams? No. The dreams Jiang Chen sold were always ones that could actually fill your stomach. And they were stuffed with meat.

"Alright, tonight's annual meeting ends here." Jiang Chen threw the microphone to the stunned host and waved his hand, "Everyone have a good time, there's enough wine and meat for everyone. Starting tomorrow... we are going to conquer the world." After speaking, he ignored the clamor behind him and turned to walk toward the gymnasium's VIP passage.

Walking out of the venue, the night wind outside was cool, dissipating the stuffiness from inside. Jiang Chen walked to the edge of the terrace, avoiding everyone's gaze. He looked up at the deep, boundless night sky. Tonight's moon was round and bright. The bright moonlight shone on his face, reflecting a deep solemnity that was completely different from the liveliness just a moment ago.

"Boss, are you not happy?" Zhao Gang had followed him up at some point and keenly sensed the change in Jiang Chen's mood.

"I'm not unhappy." Jiang Chen shook his head, took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, taking a deep drag. The smoke curled up under the moonlight. "I just feel... time is a bit tight."

"Time?" Zhao Gang was puzzled. Jiang Chen didn't explain. He took out his phone and glanced at the system interface that had been running silently in the background. That blood-red alarm icon was now pulsing faster and faster, its frequency unsettling. [Warning! High-energy reaction on the Far Side of the Moon has exceeded the critical threshold!] [Unknown signal source is attempting to crack Earth's atmospheric defense network...] [Countdown to contact: 72 hours.]

"Old Zhao." Jiang Chen flicked the cigarette ash and pointed at the bright moon overhead that looked harmless to both humans and animals. His voice was so soft it seemed like it would be blown away by the wind: "Look at that moon, is it beautiful?" "Beautiful." Zhao Gang answered honestly. "Yes, it really is beautiful."

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing in his eyes that only a hunter has when seeing prey: "It's a pity that some uninvited guests are living up there." "We're having a blast down here, while they're up there sharpening their knives, preparing to harvest us." "But..."

He threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it fiercely with his toe: "Since I, Jiang Chen, am here, this script has to be changed." "Want to harvest the Earth?" "You'll have to ask my luan bird if it agrees." "And you'll also have to ask..."

Jiang Chen touched the [High-Energy Compressed Energy Block] in his pocket that he had brought back from the Wasteland and hadn't had a chance to use yet. A crazy curve appeared at the corner of his lips: "Ask about this gift I've prepared for them—" "A welcome gift."

**(Volume 2 · First Half Completed)** **(Next Episode Preview: Lunar Crisis Erupts! Jiang Chen Goes Alone to the Appointment, Starting the Prelude to Interstellar Starcraft! The Wasteland Empress is About to Cross Over, the Shura Field Fully Escalates! Stay Tuned!)**