Viser Coffee

After setting down ten chapters of her book, Jiang Han picked up her phone. Her fingers nimbly opened the contacts list; she tapped Tang Wen's profile picture and selected the latest stable, delay-free call option.

*Witch network signals had always been a mystery. Most of the time, one had to use the magical network to place calls. It wasn't until January 1995 that a very stable line was introduced. Of course, the call charges were also very expensive.

Once the call connected, a witch's voice recording sounded:

Beep, beep, beep...

...Even after growing used to witches' various entertainment-minded antics, Jiang Han still found this far too satisfying.

A few seconds later, the call was finally answered, and Jiang Han was finally spared the empathic embarrassment:

"This is Tang Wen from Witch House. May I ask who's calling?"

Once the call connected, it felt like a swimsuit-clad young lady with sun-kissed skin waving to you from a colorful summer beach. Warmth and beauty blended in a wonderfully clever setting, carrying a voice brimming with enthusiasm and enough charm to set one's heart racing.

No wonder Tang Bao's streaming career was flourishing. That overflowing enthusiasm, that slightly silly air, plus her knack for getting knocked down a peg—among witches, ninety percent of whom belonged to the evil camp, she really was well loved... Jiang Han carefully noted down this insight, gathered herself, and called out just as enthusiastically:

"This is Jiang Han! Tang Bao, are you working right now?"

"Han Bao! It's been a while! Lately, you've been going out at noon all the time!" Tang Wen's delighted voice came through, along with a complaint about how the Cat Lamp Witch would crawl out of bed at noon to eat and drink, then run off to Cat Island for another nap, only