That sense of responsibility, mission, doesn't allow him to retreat!
A new life is staring at him, and everything is moving in a better direction!
The colleagues in the office also know that he's about to receive good news, surrounding him with a cheerful atmosphere!
A little after three in the afternoon, he was handling some work when the phone on his desk suddenly rang.
Without even looking, he grabbed the receiver directly, "This is the Dangerous Goods Administration, I am Special Agent Panda."
"Do you repair radios?"
Panda didn't react at first, "This is the Dangerous Goods Administration, not a repair shop..."
He paused for a moment when he said this, then remembered it was a code between him and Lance.
He quickly glanced around at his colleagues still working; no one noticed him, "You need to go to a repair shop."
"What?"
"You don't know where one is?"
"You should call the police or fire department... alright, alright, I know a place; it's at..."
