On the high-speed train from Shanghai to the Capital.
Ren Qingning curled up in the spacious seat, an eye mask over her eyes, sleeping adorably.
Beside her, Huang Wei looked at Ren Daguo and asked curiously, "How many words can you write in a day, big brother?"
"Six or seven thousand on an ordinary day. Over ten thousand when I'm in good form." Ren Daguo held his thermos with his legs crossed, looking every bit the veteran official.
"That much every day? Your line of work isn't easy either." Huang Wei chatted casually. "Where do you get all that inspiration?"
"Hookers," Dad blurted out.
"Huh?" Huang Wei was baffled.
Ren Daguo blinked and immediately added, "I mean, I have this friend... most of his inspiration comes from spas and bathhouses..."
With a long journey ahead and nothing to do, the two began shooting the breeze, mostly about "literature concerning the sexes."
Ring, ring!
A phone rang. Director Yan, seated in the row ahead, glanced back at them, took out his phone, and walked into the carriage aisle. He tapped the answer button. "Hello, go ahead!"
"Director Yan, I can't make any more progress here. Mr. He of the Bell Society was last seen near Shanghai. He found a Free Faction player to treat his injuries, but they'd already fled by the time we arrived." A man spoke at an even pace over the phone. "His current whereabouts are unknown. My personal guess is that he's returned to the Xiang River region, and he's very likely hiding inside some Star Gate. He'll be hard to track."
Yan Duoduo thought for three seconds. "Notify our colleagues in Xiang River under the Shanghai Headquarters' name. Ask them to help investigate."
"Understood." The other man nodded.
"Right, that's all."
They ended the call. Yan