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Although the autumn day was cool, the sun shining down still brought some warmth.
Jiang Jinsang leaned back in his chair, a light gray thin blanket over his knees, holding a copy of "Draft History of Qing" in his hands. Some members of the Jiang Family crouched in the sunshine, while two others were watering the flowers with small pink spray bottles.
His phone vibrated, and he glanced at the caller ID.
An unfamiliar number from Beijing.
He usually didn't answer unfamiliar calls like this, but when it rang a third time, he frowned and picked up, yet before he could speak, the person on the other end began yelling.
"Jiang Xiaowu, what the hell did you and your brother say! When did I ever bother you? You've been in Pingjiang for so long, and I only called you once, and then you blocked me. Now you have the nerve to slander me..."
The person on the other end ranted on, realizing there was no response, and then checked their device again.