He was a man of action. So, when Xia Shixuan arrived with the girls from the shop, Shen Yibin asked, "Shixuan, didn't you say last time you had a few friends who are artists? Could you find a few people to come over and help paint the Totem Pole?"
"Oh, I already asked last time and found someone. He didn't come over because you were still in Shanghai. Should I have him come over now?" After speaking, Xia Shixuan picked up her phone and sent a few messages on WeChat. This wasn't impolite—this particular friend of hers was a little eccentric and didn't like taking calls.
Meanwhile, outside a love hotel in Yunzhong City, Mr. Long Sheng was checking out, his arm around a curvaceous woman. He hailed a taxi, opened the door, and helped her inside. After closing the door and waving goodbye, he waited until the taxi disappeared around the corner before turning to check his phone. He had already heard the WeChat notification.
