Early in the morning, Song Yitang was awakened by the noise outside, groggily got out of bed, and stood at the window, watching the crowd.
It seemed that Zhao Shouzhong was making an announcement, and a group of educated youths were gathered for a meeting.
Returning to the city in batches, the Golden Brigade wasn't allocated many educated youths, so two rounds should suffice for everyone to return.
Li Qianjin, with his tall and sturdy frame, stood out in the crowd, a smile never leaving his face.
By the time Song Yitang had washed up, the meeting had just disbanded.
Li Qianjin lingered, standing in the plaza, continually glancing toward Song Yitang's room, and was caught by her looking out.
After Song Yitang had gotten ready, she opened her door, "Brother Qianjin, do you have something to tell me?"
Seeing Song Yitang emerge, Li Qianjin finally dared to approach.
He spoke softly, "The Ghost Market you asked me to find, I've gotten wind of it."
