"It's not exactly a rumor. Just keep your shop open as usual. Anyway, you're far from the north. If something happens there, the whole world would have a problem. By the way, what year did that junior graduate?"
"He just graduated this year, seven years younger than the both of us, and like you, he's a northerner."
"Then you must introduce him to me sometime."
"Alright, take care."
The guy in the checkered shirt hung up the phone, looked at the young man organizing the equipment, and smiled, "You don't have to be so meticulous, just put it aside after you're done. Anyway, it's just the two of us in the studio for now, so there's no worry about losing it."
The young man in the black shirt stood up, his tall and strong frame over six feet, with relaxed brows and eyes, carrying the clarity and vigor unique to university students, "Brother Ran, almost everything's sorted."
"Nice job, I'll take you out for a meal later and introduce you to someone."
"Who?"
