The decor inside the administrative building had the feel of a state-run factory from the sixties or seventies in the real world.
Green-painted window frames, cool-toned blue glass, walls painted in uneven patches of gray and white, and simple tables, chairs, and benches nailed together with iron nails.
Not to mention the large photographs and slogans everywhere—the atmosphere was overwhelmingly strong.
However, those photographs and slogans seemed to be covered by a thick veil, making them impossible to see clearly.
"This way, please."
Feng Jizi led him into an office.
"What would you like to drink, young friend?"
"Tea will do."
Liu Zheng said.
"I thought you might want to try the liquor here."
Feng Jizi said in surprise.
"I don't actually like drinking. I'm buying it for someone else."
He shook his head.
"Drinking too much harms the body, but an occasional tipple is harmless. Have you not heard: What can relieve sorrow? Only Du Kang."
"I've heard another line: Drawing a blade to cut the water only makes it flow faster; raising a cup to drown sorrow only deepens it."
Liu Zheng replied.
"To remain so clear-headed in Metropolis, I fear it will be difficult for you to live long, young friend."
Feng Jizi sighed.
"I'll live one day at a time. Besides, I know the Gravekeeper quite well. It won't be too late to drink after I die."
He shrugged.
"Hahaha, that is indeed an interesting thing to say. In that case, tea it is."
Feng Jizi walked over to a cabinet and took out two enamel cups.
He pulled an iron tin from his sleeve, pinched out some tea leaves and placed them in the cups, then picked up a thermos beside him and poured in boiling water.
"I grew this bamboo myself and roasted the