Daji's Graceful Pose in a Pottery Jar

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Ring, ring.

The urgent telephone rang shrilly in the dead of night. Huang Da Cai fumbled for the light cord, and the room lit up. He glanced at the crank telephone on the desk and muttered, "Who's crazy enough to call in the middle of the night?"

"Ignore it. Just... go back to sleep," Yan Yanhong mumbled, tugging at his arm.

Huang Da Cai gently slipped free anyway, shuffled over in his slippers, and picked up the phone.

"Hello, "

"Old Huang, Director Huang, sorry to bother you so late..."

Recognizing the voice, Huang Da Cai immediately straightened up. "No, no, you're not bothering me. Go ahead, Director Qin, "

"Well, here's the thing,"