"Fourth Master, Yan Zhan wants to see Quan Shiheng."
Lifting his eyelids, Emperor Quan uttered a grunt, "Let him see."
Iron Hand nodded, silent for a moment before asking with a grave expression, "The festival is in a couple of days, how shall we celebrate it?"
According to past years' routine, the military intelligence agencies, besides giving out holiday allowances and mooncakes to soldiers and their families, some action teams would also organize festive activities on the day itself; firstly, to cheer up the soldiers and liven up the atmosphere, and secondly, to boost morale. Those in their line of work lived lives so monotonous and lifeless that going on day by day, it was too easy to succumb to weariness and fatigue. Thus, whenever there was a festival, they would find a reason to celebrate, even if just a small one, and take the chance to relax.
Emperor Quan gazed at Iron Hand, "Just follow the usual tradition."
