Yanjing, Ministry Courtyard.
Liang Northstar and Liang Xianghe were drinking tea in the courtyard.
"What did he say?" Liang Xianghe asked.
"He said nothing and hung up the phone."
Liang Northstar picked up the teacup and sipped it gently, "Judging from his reaction, he seems to be angry with me."
"It's not a big deal, still young after all."
"Perhaps he hasn't let go of the Panama incident," observed Liang Northstar:
"Moreover, this matter is definitely not as simple as it seems."
Liang Xianghe's hand, holding the teacup, paused mid-air.
"Are you suggesting they might manipulate the ancient manuscripts?"
Liang Northstar nodded gravely:
"The port project has already reached its middle and later stages. If something were to happen, it would have occurred already, not wait until now. I guess it won't be long before the Americans make a move."
"If that's the case, we will have to send out Lin Yi," Liang Xianghe declared:
