C232 Hee Chong and Qiushan

"Where the hell is Hee Rong? Get him in here!" Hee Chong commanded from his nanmu chair in the study. His day had started off well, puffing on a cigar and savoring coffee freshly ground from premium beans he'd had shipped over from England—a kilo worth a small fortune. But now, his good mood had evaporated, replaced by a seething rage that left him anything but pleased.

"An hour ago