Fang Cheng waited quietly.
After a moment, a cacophony of background noise came through the earpiece.
It was the sound of steam escaping from a steamer and the clamor of a crowd.
Soon after, there was a broken conversation, interspersed with chewing sounds:
"Boss...give me a steamer of beef-filled buns to go..."
"Alright, brother, wait a moment."
"Boss, your business is really good... By the way, let me ask you something..."
"Is there a well-built young man with the last name Fang living in the building ahead?"
"I'm from the gas company... routine pipeline check..."
"Oh, you mean Ah Cheng? Yes, there's such a person. He often goes out for morning exercises and buys buns from me..."
"What, is there a problem with his gas?"
"Nothing, just verifying the homeowner's information to make sure I don't get the wrong door... Thanks, boss..."
The voice was faint and full of noise.
