In the early morning, a ringing phone woke Tang Luo up.
"Who the hell calls early in the morning..."
Mumbling to himself, Tang Luo answered the phone.
"Hello, David."
"Good morning, Tang."
A rather magnetic male voice came from the handset.
"Hehe, it's morning in Huaxia, afternoon in America, should I say good afternoon to you?"
Tang Luo smiled and sat up.
After a bit of small talk, the other side got down to business.
"Tang, I've found the top ballet masters you asked me to look for, three of them, one male and two females. Is that enough?"
"Yeah, that's enough."
"All three of them are world-class ballet masters, and most importantly, they've all taught in at least two top ballet troupes, have a wealth of experience, and have trained quite a few famous ballet dancers."
"Oh? Hehe, David, thanks a lot for this."
Tang Luo showed a satisfied smile.
"Tang, you're still being polite with me."
David chuckled.