Forming a collaborative relationship with that old fox Wang Zheng, he suddenly felt much more at ease.
These days, between the police station case and Shen Yi's affairs, he was feeling suffocated, but thankfully it was all over now.
Then, two generations, one big and one small, listened to Peking opera in a private room on the second floor. Even though he didn't like it, it didn't stop him from broadening his horizons.
In the future, he could boast that he's also heard plays in the brothels. Although he hadn't seen the splendor of nightclubs, it wasn't a loss, especially since he didn't have to spend his own money.
But he resolved inwardly to find a boss conversant with the ways of the world to chat with next time, preferably a coal boss; he's heard they have as good an eye as the western plutocrats, and he's curious to see for himself.
