"Did you overdose last night or something? Who's looking for me?"
"Looking for you, my ass! Send me the address now, or I guarantee you'll regret it!"
"My God..."
What little sleepiness Paper Cut had left was completely chased away by He Donglou. He checked the time again, then finally gritted his teeth and struggled out of bed, preparing to deal with this overexcited young playboy.
"I told you already—the Welfare Institute, Dean Wan's Welfare Institute."
"I've never been there! What's it called? Where is it on the map?"
"Lan... Lan Town? I think so. It's in Linqiang District." Paper Cut finally surrendered completely. "I've sent you the map."
He Donglou slapped the front seat hard and ordered the driver, "Ten minutes. Linqiang District, Lan Town Welfare Institute!"
The car sped off, but Lao Si calmly noted, "Ten minutes is impossible. It'll take at least half an hour to get from here to the western suburbs."
"Then half an hour. Not one second more!"
He Donglou still had no idea what this coincidental discovery might bring, but one thing was certain: it was far more interesting—and far more useful—than the planned night of debauchery.
Over at the Welfare Institute, Paper Cut knew He Donglou would not arrive anytime soon, so he was in no hurry. Wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts, he headed to the restroom to wash up. As he squeezed toothpaste onto his brush, he tried to soothe him. "Listen, little Donglou, for the secretary's sake, can you get to the point? I'll help you think of something... Who did you say was looking for me?"
He Donglou laughed out loud. This crucial information advantage actually gave him the exhilarating pleasure of crushing someone with superior intellect. Still, Paper Cut really did have a good temper.