About ten minutes later, Shang Yu returned.
Mu Aoxian had regained his composure, sitting at the desk with his palm stroking his knee, staring out the window at the night sky, lost in thought.
Li Qiao, on the other hand, was looking at a sticky note, deep in thought.
Seeing Shang Yu, Mu Aoxian stood up and waved him over, "Shaoyan, come here for a moment."
Li Qiao lifted her eyelids and met the man's gaze, inadvertently curling her lips into a smile.
Mu Aoxian led Shang Yu through the corridor and stopped on the balcony outside the bamboo building.
After a moment, he leaned on the wooden railing with one hand and pointed through the dim light towards the jungle, "At the junction of the mountain and the Myanmar Border, there is a mine that once produced Emperor Green. I had it closed years ago. Now it's yours... consider it a gift from your second uncle upon our meeting."
Shang Yu put one hand in his pocket and glanced sideways, "Have you discussed this with Qiaoqiao?"
