In the opulent confines of Shanghai's most esteemed hotel, the Moonlit Mirage Hotel, Wu Chunlei and Chen Lao sat in a private corner, sipping tea. The air in the room was thick with tension, and it was clear that their conversation was far from ordinary.
Wu Chunlei, his patience wearing thin, finally broke the silence, stating, "We've been here for a week, but you have not directed me to the successor."
Chen Lao, an elderly and experienced figure, responded with a calm demeanor, "Your impatience won't get you anywhere, young man."
Wu Chunlei's frustration was palpable as he retorted, "I have other business to attend to, but now I'm stuck in this city, not doing anything."
Chen Lao remained unfazed and replied, "You can go back if you want to. I honestly do not care."
