Lu Yuanbin was quite surprised by Zhang Tianming's arrival.
"Zhang—"
Lu Yuanbin was just about to say the rest of his title when Zhang Tianming cut him off.
"Alright, just call me Mr. Zhang."
They were all serving the people, after all. Besides, he was off duty, so "Mr. Zhang" was perfectly fine.
But Lu Yuanbin didn't dare.
"Mr. Zhang, what brings you here?"
As he spoke, he quickly stepped aside to let Zhang Tianming in.
Zhang Tianming surveyed Lu Yuanbin's small courtyard. He noted that while the yard wasn't large, it was quite elegant. There was a large tree with a stone table and four stone stools set up underneath it, creating a rather artistic scene.
It would be an absolute pleasure to drink tea and play chess here in the summer.
'This kid sure knows how to live.'
Lu Yuanbin was still a bit dazed.
"Mr. Zhang, is there something you need?"
'Could it be about the black market?'
