Mr. Wen He felt a chill from the ominous presence behind him in an instant.
His face unchanged, speaking sternly, he said, "Actually, you have mistaken."
"I am Wen Lingjun."
"Not Wen He."
The vein on the forehead of the gentleman, always gentle, twitched slightly with a shade of blue; his expression turned sour, yet his smile grew delightfully as he said, "Oh? Wen Lingjun? Wonderful, wonderful, truly wonderful."
"I wonder whether I should call you Wen Lingjun."
"Or Western Regions' Yan Daiqing?"
Yan Daiqing's face darkened somewhat. To be honest, his headache, stomachache, and heartache all throbbed with frustration.
He tirelessly managed logistics and finance at the rear, working from dawn till dusk, rarely having the chance to rest, barely controlling the fiscal deficit, sustaining livelihoods during the historically chaotic [winter] in the Western Regions and the grasslands.
The headaches and stomachaches induced by the pressure subsided slightly.
