December 29, 10:00 AM, Wiseman.
Lin Yu'an just finished his routine trap inspection, and the wolf pack still left no new traces, like ghosts.
He returned to the cabin and was about to enjoy breakfast when the satellite phone, which had been silent all night, rang again.
The caller ID showed a number from Los Angeles.
"Mr. Lin, good morning." On the other end of the line came a familiar voice, it was Scooter Braun.
But this time, there was a hint of appreciative laughter in his voice, "I hope I'm not interrupting your breakfast."
"Mr. Braun, good morning. You're very punctual." Lin Yu'an's tone was calm and steady.
"Efficiency is the fundamental virtue of this industry." Scooter chuckled, then got straight to the point, "I've read your email and that brilliant story."
He paused, his tone becoming exceptionally sincere, "First of all, on behalf of all of us, I want to express our gratitude again."
