In a spacious and bright office, Chen Ping'an met Fan Zheng Heng, the Capital Envoy of the Weishui Garrison.
"Ping'an, welcome."
Fan Zheng Heng had a square-jawed face, giving him an extremely stern appearance. However, the small beard he wore added a touch of refinement.
"Lord Fan." Chen Ping'an smiled and clasped his hands in a salute.
He keenly noted how Fan Zheng Heng had addressed him. This was their first formal meeting. Given Fan Zheng Heng's status in the Weishui Garrison, there was no need for him to be so cordial.
"Ping'an, come, come, no need to be so formal. Please, sit!"
Fan Zheng Heng smiled and gestured for him to sit, his every move putting one at ease. "Yuan Hua, you sit as well."
Fan Zheng Heng's enthusiasm greatly exceeded Chen Ping'an's expectations.
'Is the Gu Family's influence in the Garrison Commandant's Office really that great!?'
'Could a single statement from them make Fan Zheng Heng, the head of the Weishui Garrison, act like this?'
