Meanwhile, in New York, night had fallen. An executive motorcade sped across the Brooklyn Bridge. The cell phone rang several times before Zhou Luchen finally opened his eyes.
The female secretary beside him reminded him, "President, would you like to turn off your phone?"
Zhou Luchen said dismissively, "You answer it."
Secretary Song smiled faintly, took the phone, and answered, "Hello, Miss Wenxin. The president is working; please call back later."
After a long silence, the caller hung up.
She's probably annoyed, Secretary Song thought, humming softly to herself. She carefully placed the phone down and returned to working intently on her computer.
"Miss Wenxin must be quite angry," Secretary Song remarked.
Zhou Luchen glanced sideways. "What did the Old Chairman assign you to do?"
