From yesterday to today.
Zhu Kuang had barely slept.
The meeting to discuss this matter might take place on Monday.
Now, it felt as if a sword hung over his head, leaving him restless and unable to calm down all day.
"Leader, there's someone outside looking for you."
At this moment, the house cook walked in and spoke to him.
"Looking for me? Who is it?"
Zhu Kuang furrowed his brows and asked.
This place, ordinary people shouldn't know about.
The cook said, "A young man with long hair and a tattoo on his arm."
Zhu Kuang generally had no contact with such people.
He had thought it was again someone who came to pull strings through a referral.
With a frown, he said, "Send him away, I don't want to meet guests."
The cook was just about to turn around when she suddenly seemed to remember something.
She said, "Leader, that young man just said he's from some party, Feng Shu Party or Feng Ye Party, some strange name."
Zhu Kuang was startled.
