"Evening Primrose, I sing for you."
"Evening Primrose, I think of you."
An old vinyl record was slowly spinning on an antique turntable, while a melodious female voice drifted from the speakers. It was as if time had returned to the 1980s.
The room was paved with old-fashioned tiles. Several black-and-white photographs and a few vintage posters hung on the walls. The figures in both the photographs and posters were too pixelated to make out their features.
The old sofa and black-and-white television said it all: the owner of the room was nostalgic.
Especially the cassette tapes and records arranged inside the warm-colored glass cabinet. These relics from the last century had never even been seen by many young people nowadays.
They recorded the sounds of an era. They had once been immensely glorious, but now they were merely arranged neatly together, bearing witness to the ravages of time.
By the window, a man gazed into the pitch-black darkness outside, seemingly lost in thought.
A knock sounded at the door. Only then did he come back to himself and say calmly, "Come in."
The door opened, and a young woman entered the room. She smiled and said, "Mister Zhou, you were right. Captain Red Ghost chose the most difficult one."
The man's full name was Zhou Yucheng. He smiled unconcernedly. "What was there to guess? From Captain Red Ghost's actions in the past, it's not hard to tell that he values efficiency."
"And he has tremendous confidence in himself."
"Otherwise, he couldn't have risen from the captain of a branch to someone now qualified to contend for the position of department head in such a short time."
"He's a true dragon, not some insignificant fish or shrimp. His rise is obvious. Anyone who isn't blind can see it."
The woman