Lin Yu'an poured a glass of whiskey, sat down in front of the huge oak desk, and opened the laptop connected to the Starlink satellite.
He glanced at the time—Wiseman, December 24th, 11 PM.
He calculated the time difference; at this time, on the other side of the earth, it should be 4 PM on December 25th in Guangzhou.
For friends back home, the afternoon on Christmas Day should be relatively relaxed.
He initiated a voice call on WeChat, and after a few system tones, it was connected.
"Hello, Brother An? Damn, it really is you!" A still hearty voice came through the headphones, full of great surprise, "Do you know how I've spent these fifty days! Everything over there... is going well, right?"
On the other end of the line was Old Mao's voice, the first few words as eager as before.
