After giving some minor instructions, Su Chen hung up. He thought for a moment before calling Professor Wu.
To Su Chen’s frustration, several calls went unanswered. Just as he was thinking Professor Wu might be in an experiment without his phone, the call finally connected.
Professor Wu sounded a little unhappy when he answered, saying he was busy testing some data and would hang up if it wasn’t important.
Without a second thought, Su Chen shot back, "Do you still want the follow-up chip data?"
Hearing this, Professor Wu immediately declared he wasn’t busy at all and cordially asked what instructions his boss had.
Su Chen got straight to the point, demanding that he and his researchers get proper rest—at least eight hours a day. Only after receiving Professor Wu’s repeated assurances did Su Chen end the call.
Su Chen knew this wouldn’t have much of an effect. For a dedicated researcher like Professor Wu, once he was absorbed in his work, a few words weren’t enough to make him put it down and rest.
Su Chen wasn’t expecting a miracle. ’If I can just get him to rest for an extra hour or two, that’s a win.’ He even emphasized that he had told Xiao Peng and the others to supervise. ’That should have some effect, right?’
The whole affair had driven away any sleepiness Su Chen had, so he figured he might as well get up.
As soon as he came downstairs, he saw a figure sitting on a chair in the back garden. A laptop sat on the table, and the person would occasionally tap the keyboard and take a couple of sips from a coffee mug beside them.
Su Chen looked at the figure in surprise. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was Ye Feng.
After making himself a cup of coffee with the machine, Su Chen headed toward the back garden.
"If those idle netizens saw the great young master of the Ye Group processing documents before dawn, their jaws would hit the floor!" Su Chen said teasingly as he sat down next to Ye Feng.
"To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. Everyone thinks the title of the Ye Group’s young master is all glamor, but the bitterness behind it... sigh..."
Ye Feng let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked at Su Chen with some confusion and asked, "Why are you up?"
"You’re asking me? Look at you!" Su Chen said, taking a sip of his coffee. His brow instantly furrowed.
He placed it on the table with a look of disgust. The reason was simple... he’d forgotten to add sugar. The coffee was just too bitter.
Seeing Su Chen’s furrowed brow, Ye Feng burst out laughing. "Forgot to tell you—that’s coffee from Papua New Guinea. Its one and only characteristic is its extreme bitterness. I bought it specifically to keep myself awake."
Hearing this, Su Chen felt like smearing the coffee all over Ye Feng’s face.
"You people have some really intense tastes!" Not spitting it out was the last shred of dignity Su Chen could muster.
’Anyone who can be this cruel to themselves can’t possibly be incompetent.’


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