Just as he was preparing to clean Horn Carved Qi Zai's enclosure, his phone rang.
The caller ID read: Huang Zhongmu.
Yang Qi answered without a second thought. "Director."
"Xiao Yang, is now a good time? If you're free, come to my office." Huang Zhongmu's voice came through the phone, his tone no different than usual.
"Of course, Director. I'm on my way."
After hanging up, Yang Qi returned his cleaning tools to the storage room, washed his hands, straightened his uniform, and headed toward the administration building.
He arrived at the office building.
He knocked on the director's office door. Inside, Huang Zhongmu was alone, sitting behind a wide desk and looking at a document.
"Xiao Yang, you're here. Sit." Huang Zhongmu took off his glasses and pointed to the chair opposite him.
Yang Qi sat down as told, his back straight, waiting for what would come next.
