"Zhao, what are you busy with? Do you have time to come to the shop? I want to discuss something with you!"
"I'm sneakily fishing at Joyful Forest, yesterday's fishing wasn't good, but today we've got over ten bites. The catch is pretty good, I got off the dock by nine!
Do we need to meet for this talk? Can't we discuss it over the phone?"
"It's better if you come in person! It's important, but there's no rush!"
"Alright, I'll pack up and head back, I'll be at the shop within an hour. Make sure there's some hot water ready, I've been out in the sun all morning and I'm thirsty!"
"Sure thing!"
At exactly 10:55, Zhao Bingguang's CR-V stopped in front of Zhang Yang's store.
Old Zhao walked in wearing a sun-protection jacket and with a cigarette in his mouth, looking relaxed and in a pretty good mood.
"What kind of crazy idea do you have now that you can't even say over the phone?"
