On the street corner.
Though only in his thirties, Cao Youche wore a weathered, world-weary expression as he waited anxiously for something.
A short while later,
someone walked over.
"Mr. Cao, Mr. Zhu has agreed to see you."
"Wait!"
Seeing the wild joy on Cao Youche's face as he was about to step into the courtyard ahead, the messenger hastily reached out an arm to stop him.
"Not today."
"The day after tomorrow, in the afternoon, the Yinying Theater will be staging a new play. These are tickets Mr. Zhu is giving you."
"The day after tomorrow?" Cao Youche frowned.
"These next two days are critical. I have to see Mr. Zhu."
"My apologies," the man said, shaking his head.
"Mr. Zhu does not plan on receiving guests today. You can go back, or perhaps rest for a while at one of our establishments?"
WHOOSH!
A zero-gravity hovercar stopped nearby, and a young man with green-dyed hair poked his head out.
"Councillor Cao!"
"Need some help?"
'Wang Peng?'
