At night, Gao Xuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city's nightscape outside.
Compared to a thousand years ago, Mingjing's night view is still colorful, but beyond the Eighth Ring, it has become dim. The dazzling neon lights are nowhere to be seen.
Yuanlong Company became the overlord of Mingjing, yet Mingjing has lost its vitality and is far less compared to a thousand years ago.
Gao Xuan has been at the company for three years, and he has deeply reflected on this. The corporate hierarchy is excessively rigid, with no upward path available.
For the people at the bottom, M1 is the limit. This transparent ceiling is just there.
Trying to rise through the company's mature yet rigid system is nearly impossible.
Gao Xuan originally wanted to deeply cultivate within the company's system, but looking at the current situation, it seems too unrealistic.
