When I came out of the restroom, Seventh Master was still resting with his eyes closed.
I woke him up, but I didn't tell him about the note. I just asked him to have something to eat.
After breakfast, the contents of that note kept me so unsettled that I couldn't concentrate on my book.
I kept waiting for the man who had handed me the note to return, but he never did.
The dining car was at the rear of the high-speed train, and we were in the middle. He had come from the rear with his cart and headed toward the front, so he would definitely have to turn back eventually to return to the dining car.
But by the time we got off, he still hadn't come back.
There was no need for me to look for him, either, because I knew I wouldn't find him if I did.
After we got off and reached the station exit, someone was waiting to pick us up with a sign.
Only after seeing the name on the sign did I learn Seventh Master's real name.
His name was Zhao Qiankun.
Honestly, that was a name most people couldn't live up to.
The person picking us up was a young man surnamed He, the big boss's assistant.
Assistant He was very polite and respectful toward us, because we were honored guests.
He drove us straight to the big boss's home rather than his company. Having heard that Seventh Master was coming, the boss hadn't even gone to the office that day, which showed just how much he trusted and respected Seventh Master.
Someone in real estate was naturally either wealthy or influential, and his residence was naturally lavish as well.
After about forty minutes on the road, we arrived at