"Young man, stop calling me 'little old man.' I have a name." The little old man muttered somewhat speechlessly, "My surname is Wu, given name Shan, styled the Potato Immortal. All my life I've adored the arts and calligraphy, yet alas, fortune did not favor me, and I achieved nothing at all."
"I'm now willing to believe what you said. In the Ninth Bureau, there probably aren't many people who would dare to talk to the director like that."
When Li Qing was on the phone just now, Wu Shan had a look of utter stupor.
Although Li Qing's conversation with Dian Chunqiu consisted of only a few words, the amount of information revealed was far from trivial.
A person who dares to joke and spar verbally with the director seems to have a not-so-weak sect, and it seems there's also a very powerful woman by his side.
That background, Wu Shan felt even if he wasn't marked by this damn Black Arrow, he definitely couldn't afford to provoke it.
