Director's Office.
With a 6-inch large cigar clamped in his mouth, Director Guo Nu's chubby face appeared comical and ridiculous, intermittently visible through the swirling smoke.
"How long has it been?" Director Guo Nu asked aloud.
The young military officer, Chen Huai, who was responsible for leading Tang Fei and his party inside, stood in front of the massive office desk and respectfully reported, "Director, it has been half an hour."
"Half an hour?" Director Guo Nu glanced at the partially smoked cigar in his hand and said, "I haven't even finished one cigar yet. Let them wait."
"Director, they have already urged us several times..." Chen Huai dutifully reported.
"Didn't I say? Just leave them hanging there; why bother with them?" Director Guo Nu said discontentedly.
"No, not at all." Chen Huai quickly explained and added, "They merely stopped colleagues passing by to ask about the situation; we didn't actively interact with them..."
