"Caishen, do you want to be changed from you position?"
A voice from behind the screen asked. Caishen, the boss of one of the branches of this secret syndicate of crinimal organisations, started to sweat.
The voice belongs to one of the main powers behind his group. He has never seen any of their faces before but only knows them by their voices as his bosses.
They always talk at different locations which is communicated to him an hour before each meeting and there is always a screen that prevents him from seeing their faces.
What she said was more of a threat than a question. "No, I do not want my position changed please, my lady."
"Then why do you bring us these appalling reports?
Productivity has drastically reduced and your excuse is that there are no labourers?
What are all these abled body men that I saw on my way here doing? Can't your men take them there to work?"
