Intelligence

"Rumor has it you knelt on an Acupressure Mat for an hour last night?"

"My knees are already ruined. Who told you?"

"Your black-hearted sister, of course. She told me on purpose, to make an example of you."

"Where's Zi Jin Jie?"

"She said we should have dinner together another day. She even asked whether A Ze's cooking was good, testing the waters in every possible way. People who've worked at state-owned enterprises and within the system are devious as hell."

"One post on your social media feed made my night very unhappy."

"If you're unhappy, then leave them. Your wife has a warm Little Nest here, and I guarantee I'll serve you comfortably."

"Is your kidney better now?"

"Master, this humble woman's kidney is forged from iron. It can withstand all your storms and tempests."

"The way you talk is becoming more and more like Qin Baobao."

"Qin Baobao talks to you like that? That dead pervert."

"I meant the tone. The tone."

"Has the show started recording yet?"

"It's about to start. I'm at the TV station."

"Oh, then I'll go take care of some things too."

The chat ended.

Qin Ze turned off his phone screen, sat in the spacious lounge, and took a sip of water.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man with graying hair walked in. He was the show's host. Qin Ze recognized his face, but could not remember his name.

"Teacher Qin, recording will begin in fifteen minutes. Let me go over a few things you should keep in mind." The man sat down beside Qin Ze.

"You've watched our show, right?"

"I have."

In truth, he had not. He had only heard of it. After accepting the job, he had crammed through the show and gained a rough understanding of how