"Do you know there are two ways to build a hotel?" Fu Zhen said, smiling.
Yan Fei, who was looking at the blueprints, suddenly realized. At that moment, he seemed to see a very tall figure with a pale face, wrinkles often intermixed with scars, and a messy gray beard. Wearing a dirty and tattered long gown, which seemed not to have been mended or washed for over ten years—a middle-aged scholar said to him, full of mystery and a hint of pride, "There are four ways to write 'hui'..."
Township Chief Fu was well-prepared, even having the blueprints of the hotel ready, along with finished renderings—surprisingly, the blueprints even had a simple design.
