"Oh, you're making a house call? Who's so high and mighty that they can get you to come out?"
"Heading to Duanzhou. Brother Meng, can you do me a favor and delay your trip to Duanzhou by a couple days? I've got this client—yeah, a big one."
"Brother Meng, with the relationship we have, do you think I'd screw you over? Just tell me, do you trust me or not."
"That, I can't say. Brother Meng, you should understand—given how close we are, just trust me, alright? Just hold off for a few days."
After hanging up, Zhuge Wanjun called Wen Yan.
"Mister, quick question: Is there anyone important in the Yu State Scorching Sun Department who needs treatment for insomnia? I need to make some Yu State arrangements for a friend over the next couple days."
Wen Yan had just sat down in the car and hadn't even started driving when he got the call. He thought to himself, Zhuge Wanjun really doesn't mess around—says she'll take action, immediately starts making arrangements.
