"Boss, I did it according to your instructions."
At the VIP seat, a man in a suit handed over an exquisite recording pen to Mu Yazhe as he stood respectfully beside him.
He gave this man a sidelong glance, remained silent for a while, and then asked, "Which room?"
"208."
"Er." He put the recorder into his breast pocket, his thin lips arching into a smile. "The little fish is hooked now, yet the big fish is quite still."
He swirled the wine in his glass before commenting lazily, "This big fish has been waiting for many years. Its patience should run out by now; it's about time for it to surface, right?"
The man nodded. "It's hard to predict what the folks in the consortium are up to these days. The director board is concerned about your—"
"Director Mu!"
A crisp voice interrupted their conversation.
