A minister requested a meeting with Wang Feng.
Wang Feng's door opened with force. Rendering quarter-circle drag marks on the floor that was left from friction with the bottom of the broken door more prominent. The minister took a look at the broken door. He took a moment before deciding the state of the door was not that important. His big, fat face beamed with a giant smile.
"Wang Feng! I have to say that I admire all that you have accomplished." Minister's fat fingers were rubbing together.
The display of admiration did not faze Wang Feng. He stared at the thick, ominous karmic string that was stretched out from the minister.
Wang Feng glanced at the minister. His fingers were caressing his well-groomed mustache, waiting curiously for Wang Feng's reply.
