Beiyuan, Dengzhou, Rishengchang Bank branch.
Zhao Xiyan was frowning, looking at the four-nation map before him.
But soon he could no longer sit still, got up, and began pacing anxiously, having lost his usual relaxed and calm demeanor.
At that moment, Zhao Chong came in carrying a teapot, his face marked with concern.
"Master, the news from Donggao won't arrive that quickly, why don't you take a nap first?"
Zhao Xiyan hung his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, unresponsive, as if he hadn't heard at all.
Zhao Chong sighed and called out again.
"Master, you haven't rested for several days now, you can't keep this up, your body won't take it!"
This time Zhao Xiyan finally responded, but he moved to the table to look at that map again.
Zhao Chong sighed, picked up the teapot, and left.
At the door, Zhao Tai saw this and furrowed his brow.
"Is the master still like that?"
Zhao Chong shook his head, resignedly said, "Yeah, I'm out of options, why don't you try to persuade him?"
