"Thank you, Brother Huo, sorry for the trouble. I'll treat you to a meal someday!"
The thirty-something secretary Huo adjusted his glasses and smiled:
"I'll take that seriously. When you get into a top academy in the Urban Circle, I'll make sure you bleed a bit and have a good feast."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Qin Shi closed the car door and only turned around after Chen Ruofu's official car had driven away.
"Xiao! Are you okay?"
"Which leader's car from the Urban Circle? Why did it bring you back?"
"Oh dear, is it a family member of a classmate..."
The elderly couple from the small shop surrounded Qin Shi, curiously bombarding him with questions.
Despite the Dongxia Republic having been established for nine millennia, with the old emperors and nobles long abolished, people still had a strong admiration and significant awe towards official positions and privileges.
