In the evening, the orange-red sunset painted Xuanzhu County the color of red wine. The factories were off work, storytellers set up their stalls, and the nightlife of Xuanzhu County was about to begin.
At the entrance of Jing Garden, Yin Minghong wore an expression of exasperation.
"Chairman, I just said one wrong thing, is it necessary—"
"Necessary, very necessary." Le Yu leaned against the newly replaced steel door frame from the other day, browsing through the information Yin Minghong had spent a day collecting: "Actually, there are quite a few women in Jing Garden as well. It's really not appropriate for you to frequent such a wicked place. Vice leader, I'm thinking of you. You know, as a young bachelor often entering a den of debauchery like Jing Garden, people might think you're unclean."
