Feng Fuce pondered, "Three years, what do you plan to do with them?"
Master Zeng chuckled.
"Back then, when I was just a cowherd boy, my wife wasn't put off by my poverty and married me without complaint. Even after we got rich, I didn't let her live a good life and constantly sought out women outside to anger her."
"Now, even though she refuses to forgive me or see me, I still want to spend some quality time with her. I know that after this life, even if we pass each other in the next, we might not recognize one another. So, three years is enough for me."
Feng Fuce looked at him for a moment and nodded, "Alright, I'll give you three years."
"However, for now, I don't want your position or your company; I need you to help me with something."
Master Zeng immediately agreed, "Please, go ahead, President Feng."
Feng Fuce said, "Help me find someone. I'll give you their characteristics later."
