On the third day of his stay.
In the morning, Zhang Ye called Ha Qiqi.
"Old Ha, what's the WiFi password over there?"
"Ah?"
"The password."
"12345."
"OK, got it."
"You don't have a connection over there?"
"Nope."
"Then why are you still staying there?"
"It's precisely because of this that I gotta stay here."
After hanging up, Zhang Ye tried connecting to the WiFi network. But because it was across the street, the signal wasn't great and was quite intermittent, although it could still be used. He took out a high capacity portable charger and connected it to his cell phone. Then he leaned back on the sofa and continued reading comics.
Everything carried on as usual.
Zhang Ye was enjoying his stay here.
On top of that, he didn't go online to scold Japanese celebrities either.
Upstairs.
In the president's office.
Everyone had gathered for a meeting with their guards up.
