After the late-night discussion, Zhou Chao enjoyed two rare days of tranquility. No one disturbed him with phone calls, and the two old masters didn't call either to demand the sought-after Dahongpao tea leaves from Wuyi Mountain.
At this moment, Zhou Chao was leisurely reclining in the study chair, casually browsing through explanations of artificial intelligence-related technologies. After two days of reading, he had gained a lot of inspiration.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The sound of the door interrupted Zhou Chao's immersion in knowledge.
"Come in!" Zhou Chao pinched his brow and placed the documents in his hand on the desk.
The door opened, and Aunt Kuang briskly walked in.
"Young Master Zhou, there's a guest downstairs looking for you!" Aunt Kuang said with a hint of excitement.