The so-called personnel department was just an ordinary courtyard. Many places in Beiping still retained such architecture.
Liu Chen didn't expect that Yan Huang was full of these courtyards.
"Go to the right."
An old voice guided the three, Li Qingwan and Wei Xiao looked puzzled.
Can only I hear it, Liu Chen wondered.
Stepping over the threshold, the room was filled with rustic furniture, appearing very simple.
That's right, it only looked simple. Liu Chen could feel the spiritual energy emitting from the furniture, clearly treasures that money couldn't buy.
In a grand chair sat an old man, holding a teapot in one hand and a small booklet in the other.
The booklet was very peculiar, a bamboo slip tied together with straw rope.
The old man's white beard reached the floor, and his kind eyes made Liu Chen feel very comfortable.
It was different from the hypocritical nature of the red-robed bishop, whom Liu Chen found disgusting and deceitful.
"Good, good, good child."
