He looked at Golden Crocodile. "Second Worship, do you think this ratio is appropriate?"
Golden Crocodile said slowly, "Fifty-one percent... neither too much nor too little, just over half."
"It establishes leadership without making the partners feel completely suppressed. It will do."
"Good." Qian Xunji closed the file. "Since no one has any objections, it's settled."
"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, you two will be responsible for coordinating the specific details with the various factions."
"Jiang Mo, Qian Jun, the construction supervision will be entrusted to you."
"Yes!"
Golden Crocodile rose to his feet and gave Qian Xunji a deep look. "Xunji, you're handling matters with more and more of the boldness your father had in his day."
"Thank you for the praise, Uncle Golden Crocodile."
"Not bad." With that, he turned and strode away.
The meeting ended—
By the time Qian Xunji returned to his chambers alone, it was already late at night.
The candlelight in the chambers flickered.
Qian Xunji removed his Pope Robe, changed into a simple set of white casual clothes, and sat in a chair by the window.
He sipped his tea and gazed at the moonlight in the distance.
"I wonder if she misses me."
She probably does. After all, she'd curled up in my arms to sleep last night, and her eyes had turned red when we parted this morning.
He imagined what Bibi Dong might be doing at this moment.
Perhaps she was helping Liu Xiulan with chores, perhaps she was drinking and chatting with Bi Dashan, or perhaps... she was also looking at the moon and thinking of him.
That thought inexplicably lifted his mood.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Yue Guan entered. Two guards followed behind him, all three carrying a large wooden