"Boss, I've just joined the art society through some connections," Gao Yang whispered on the phone from his newly rented apartment in the Big Pendulum Building.
"Hmm, tell me the progress."
"There's nothing much new, just that this art society seems a bit strange. They genuinely seem to be doing good deeds sincerely and aren't playing any tricks," Gao Yang said.
Chen Yidong sneered, "A small society trying to act all charitable? This afternoon, even over in the Eighth and Seventh districts, they've heard about the pigeonhole issue. I've even heard someone wants to protest against me. Doing charity right at my doorstep, it's laughable."
"For now, it seems their ambition is not small, but they don't seem to have any connections with the higher-ups. What should I do next?" Gao Yang asked.
