"You can go out, but don't wander around; it's best if you stay at the Sunward Inn about 800 meters from here."
The landlady quickly returned with two takeaway boxes and sternly warned Wei Cheng in a low voice as she handed them over.
Wei raised his blearily drunk thanks, at the same time sneakily glancing at the panoramic views and towering peaks. Ah, but he wasn't being a lecher, he was simply staying in character—flawlessly, naturally.
He was a proper gentleman, a good man!
None of this had anything to do with him.
It was all the fault of the screenwriter and director.
Leaving the small restaurant, Wei Cheng went to check on the unloading of his truck. The fork-lift operator tasked with unloading was slow and arrogant...as if he owed him something substantial.
After offering him a cigarette and cracking a few colorful jokes, Wei leisurely headed towards the Sunward Inn, even managing to pick up three beautifully printed, visually striking business cards along the way.
