Zhou Qingfeng was slacking off, lazily sitting in the Assistant Minister's office, surfing the Internet with a ten-gigabit fiber optic connection, and using minister-level access to browse all sorts of 'entertaining and delightful' websites.
All of them were high-definition and full of vivid, enticing content, making people restless and unable to stop.
The only downside was that Europeans and Americans didn't care for hygiene, liking to go through the front door and then the back, and from the back, straight into the mouth—the filmmakers weren't nauseated, but the viewers were thoroughly disgusted.
Just as he was skiving off and having fun, his phone rang.
It was that custom-made one from 'Gray Shark'. When he answered, he heard an anxious voice, "Victor, how's your situation?"
"Me...? I'm fine."
