"County Mayor, it's exactly as Director Wang said. We've searched all around the trade fair pavilion. In the words of the people from Yuedong, all the stalls had been rented out a month or even several months ahead of time, even those tin houses behind the pavilion. Now, there aren't any stalls available." Fan Zhenming, drenched in sweat from exhaustion, walked in from outside.
In Yuedong, October is still rather hot, especially around noon. Observing Fan Zhenming's condition, Nie Zhenbang chuckled and rose to serve him a cup of cold tea, comforting him, "Old Fan, it's anticipated. I've seen it, don't bother searching any more, it's futile."
