Time rewinds to half a day earlier.
After the welcome party ended, Chen Shouyi politely declined the Bureau Chief's suggestion to host a luncheon in his honor. He didn't stay long and quickly left the branch office.
He was not used to socializing with middle-aged people around the table with drinks.
As for interpersonal relationships, do Martial Artists really need such things?
As long as they are sufficient, it's fine.
...
"The fare is one hundred and fifty!"
After paying, Chen Shouyi got out of the taxi.
In front of him was an imposing and majestic five-story building. Past the grand granite steps, two rows of four armed soldiers stood at the entrance.
Silently announcing that idle people should stay away.
"Jiangnan Province Martial Arts Branch."
Chen Shouyi looked up at the seven large gilded characters under the national emblem.
This was the place.
