The phone vibrated, jolting Zhang Fusheng out of his contemplation.
He picked up the call.
"Second Uncle Master?"
"It's me, the people from the Capital are arriving soon. Notify everyone to go welcome them. Fusheng, you see..."
"I'm not going."
Zhang Fusheng said calmly:
"Have Old Zhao sign the administrative order. Just follow the process. I'll let my assistant, Lin Changle, take the director's position for now."
On the other end of the line, Chen Daoling was taken aback:
"But these are people from the Capital. Isn't it a bit unreasonable not to go meet them?"
In the living room, Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids:
"Just say I'm not here... Hmm, I heard there's a Chang'an Town out in the wilderness. Is that where our Grandmaster came from?"
"That's right, why do you ask?"
"It's nothing. I plan to take my family to stay there for a couple of days." Zhang Fusheng looked out the window, where the sky was already showing the fish's belly white of dawn.
