The next morning, Huai Shi received a call from Russell.
As usual, it was a bunch of meaningless blah blah blah. He sounded like he was in a pretty good mood, even humming a tune.
"...Hey, since you've already settled things with Lu Ming Hall, don't make another move against the Yingzhou branch."
Russell spoke with the earnestness of a completely uninvolved bystander. "After all, you still hold a position in the Unified Bureau. We're colleagues, more or less, and colleagues should value harmony!
Listen to your teacher. Let it go, let it go..."
"Heh, you expect me to believe that?"
Huai Shi rolled his eyes. "What are you plotting this time?"
"What could I possibly be plotting?"
Russell asked innocently. "It's not like I'd shove a blade down some minister's throat like you did, is it? You're not getting any younger, Huai Shi. Don't be so impulsive. Be more mature. Don't leave a bad impression on the higher-ups and make them think young Huai is the sort who never lets things go once he has the moral high ground..."
The corner of Huai Shi's eye twitched violently.
"...You seem to be trying to make me laugh."
"What are you laughing for? Don't laugh. Be serious."
Russell said solemnly, "I'm discussing cooperation in London. The atmosphere is excellent, and everyone's having a happy little afternoon tea every day. Don't go ruining the mood... Otherwise, if the talks fall apart, you'll be the one suffering for it.
All right, that's it. I'm hanging up."
With that, he hurriedly ended the call, leaving Huai Shi's expression twitching.
It felt like that Old Turtle Russell was about to sell him out again.
No, maybe he had already sold him out. He was calling now to tell Huai Shi to calm down, while who