After returning to the rented apartment from the United South Chinese Medicine Association, Lu Xuan casually grabbed something to eat downstairs.
Back at the apartment, Lu Xuan didn't immediately prepare the application materials for the Chinese Medical Science and Technology Award. The stuff is all in his head anyway; typing it out won't take long.
Instead, he chose to pack his things. He'd already packed a batch on Friday night, so tonight he'll pack another batch, and tomorrow he can just call a truck to come over.
However, after packing his things, Lu Xuan still sent a location to Ji Xiuwen, telling him to drink less tonight and come over early to help him move the next day.
Free labor shouldn't be wasted.
Ji Xiuwen's response speed was quite fast. Lu Xuan had just sent the message when he immediately replied.
"Got it, godfather."
"How about I squeeze over to your place tonight? It'll save time, and I can help you tidy up in the evening."
