The phone booth by the roadside.
"Hello, is Lao Ye there?"
Chen Shouyi didn't have many friends in the Capital City, just a few. It's rare to visit, so it wouldn't make sense not to get in touch.
"Oh, he's out on a mission."
"I am Chen Shouyi..."
"Yes, that Chen Shouyi..."
"Uh-huh, no problem..."
"Uh-huh, okay, sure, I'll definitely come visit when I have time... You're too kind, yeah, let's leave it at that, I'm hanging up."
Chen Shouyi was a bit unused to Ye Zong's wife's enthusiasm and quickly hung up the phone.
So courteous.
Then, Chen Shouyi dialed Luo Jingwen's number.
This time, the person himself answered.
"Let's have a drink together!"
"Sure!"
...
After a dozen minutes, a car stopped by the roadside.
A middle-aged man in casual clothes opened the car door, his face full of enthusiasm: "President Chen, when did you come to the Capital City?"
"Came in the morning, got invited to a meeting," Chen Shouyi replied concisely.
