Early Sunday morning, Gao Jian was roused from meditation by his phone buzzing. He opened his eyes and saw the Ten-Thousand-Year Green Bamboo Sword secretly swiping at his phone on the bed. Worried that its blade might scratch the phone, it was even using its hilt.
A sword wriggling back and forth against a screen on the bed made for a rather ridiculous sight.
"Hand it over." Gao Jian held out his hand.
The spirit sword trembled in fright at his voice, then quickly handed the phone over obediently.
[Screen locked for 30 minutes]
"Get back in the Storage Bag! You're not allowed out without my permission again!" Gao Jian snapped.
Half an hour later, Gao Jian brushed his teeth and washed his face like any ordinary person, then reached for his phone and unlocked the screen. That was one good thing about working in the public sector: like students, he got both Saturday and Sunday off. Everyone clearly treasured the break. The group chats were bustling, and his private chats were packed with red notification dots.
Gao Jian opened Elder Gao's message first.
"Jianjian, your Uncle Qi and Uncle Hou visited yesterday. Your Uncle Hou told me you rented a small warehouse short-term, bought lots of rice, flour, and cooking oil, and stockpiled snacks and canned food. Is that true??"
Director Hou from the Anti-Corruption Bureau had actually gone to visit Elder Gao?
Gao Jian typed back, "Grandpa, I was storing those for a high school classmate. He opened a small supermarket, and his storeroom was being renovated, so he left them with me temporarily. He's already sent a truck to collect everything from the warehouse. You don't need to worry."
Next were Old Li's messages.
Old Li had only forwarded two messages, one from the news