Gu Hang finished reading the last report on the table, and at that moment, the pen controlled by spiritual energy simultaneously completed the annotations for twenty-four reports, setting them aside.
Thus, today's administrative work was done.
At least the paperwork was finished.
But it didn't mean Gu Hang could relax.
In fact, he hadn't had a moment of leisure in a long time.
Sometimes he recalled the time before he arrived in this universe. Back then, he would only feel sympathy for those working 9-9-6, thinking that such work intensity was absolutely unbearable for him. Earning more money without any time for rest and entertainment—what was the point?
At that time, he couldn't have imagined that one day he would adhere to a 0-0-7 working system.
It wasn't a joking 0-0-7, but a real one.
Gu Hang hadn't taken a rest for a long time.
