Just as Director Li hung up, Lu Zhou put down his phone on the other end, his face full of bewilderment.
Having watched Lu Zhou's expression shift from impatience to surprise and then utter confusion, Chen Yushan, sitting across the dining table, curled her lips into an amused smile.
"Who was that?"
"...An old man. He probably only just learned how to use a phone. Every time he calls me, he says something incomprehensible that apparently needs to be explained in person."
Figuring it was nothing urgent, Lu Zhou shook his head and slipped his phone back into his pocket after taking a couple of digs at Director Li.
The two of them were sitting in a tastefully decorated restaurant. Just ten minutes earlier, they had been discussing the Lingang Development Zone and Star Sea-1.
Barely two minutes after they finished talking business, Director Li's call had arrived without missing a beat, subjecting him to another barrage.
Since the old man himself had been vague about the whole thing, Lu Zhou had not really understood what he was saying.
But based on past experience, if it were urgent, the old man would never use modern conveniences like email or a phone. Instead, he would fly to Jinling himself, using the excuse of a detailed face-to-face discussion to see whether Lu Zhou had any unexpected goodies lying around.
So whatever he had just been talking about probably was not urgent.
Besides, Lu Zhou had learned another rule: whenever that old fellow started addressing him with extra respect, there was probably trouble waiting for him.
It had been that way since the Lithium-Sulfur Battery project. Every time he ran into a problem he could not solve, he would unconsciously switch to that respectful form of address. By now, Lu Zhou had developed