The next morning, nine o'clock.
Taoyuan Square.
As soon as Zhang Fan arrived at the office, he saw that Bai Buran's office door was tightly shut. Through the crack in the blinds, it looked like a guest had come by.
"Got a client?" Zhang Fan muttered under his breath.
If another day passed without a single client, he was really starting to wonder if Night is Not Bright was going belly-up any minute.
"Alright, time to slack off with a clear conscience."
Zhang Fan sat down at his desk, turned on his computer, and shamelessly opened up the "Little Yellow Book" page.
Meanwhile, inside Bai Buran's office, a young man in a Daoist robe was fiddling with the blinds, peeking out through the gap, fixing his gaze on the world outside.
"Daoist brother, got a new recruit here?" Cao Wushang asked, not even bothering to turn his head.
