The three greatest virtues of Old Wu!

Past 7 PM.

It was getting dark outside.

Zhang Ye, who was still on the road, even answered a call. First, because the car ahead of him did not move an inch at all, and second, because another hundred cars ahead of that car did not move as well—he was caught in a traffic jam.

The call was from Hu Fei, the man who got Zhang Ye his job as the host of BTV-Arts Channel's "Lecture Room". He was Zhang Ye's Bo Le, ex-leader, and someone he enjoyed a good relationship with.

"Hello, Brother Hu."

"Have you finished your work? Free to talk now?"

"Yes, I'm stuck in a traffic jam."

"Hur hur, did you enjoy the scolding today?"

"Hai, what's enjoyable about that. I got myself into such a mess and I don't know how to solve it."

"Come on. Although you put it that way, from what I hear, it doesn't bother you one bit. Alright, I'll skip the platitudes. It's impossible to make you control your temper anyways. That's how you are, and I doubt you'll change."

'Heh, you know me well."