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The setting was still the teahouse within Gu Mansion.
Gu Jiangnian's fingertips rested upon that gilded business card.
The card inched forward under his touch, sliding toward the old man and rustling against the table's surface.
His expression was deliberately unhurried, detached.
That day, Gu Jiangnian had given the old man options for a way out, but the path was clearly impassable for him.
Gu Jiangnian then spoke to him about the current situation, mentioning that in C City, no one dared offer help, and he himself was among the many.
The road ahead was difficult, the path behind cut off; Gu Jiangnian's offering of his business card was most timely.
Laying starkly before the elder Jiang, a lifeline.
The old man's gaze fell upon the card, eyes deepening; his look towards Gu Jiangnian held a trace of confusion, "What is the meaning of this, Director Gu?"
