At the top floor secretarial room, Liang Weining sat at her desk, bored stiff, glancing at the office door left ajar outside and thinking about the housing problem the boss had mentioned in the car earlier.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she still made a call to Uncle Ming.
Uncle Ming chuckled as she laid out her thoughts and opinions, "The employee building and a private residence do not conflict, Miss Weining. If you grow tired of the large flat, you can also move to an apartment to experience it for a few days. The most important thing is, maintaining a sense of novelty is crucial for a fulfilling life."
What sense of novelty, what fulfilling life.
Liang Weining felt like she had become senseless that evening.
She wished Uncle Ming could explain in more everyday terms.
An old man and a young woman, they drew the conversation out on the phone for a long time.
