บท 116: Let them fret

In the office of the Chinese Martial Arts Association.

Although Lin Fan had only been there for two days, he had been appointed to be the Chairman of Eight Trigrams Palm and hence, he had his own office.

The office wasn't big. It was only about 20 square meters. However, it had a luxurious work desk and a comfortable sofa. Even the computer was the latest model and the air-conditioner was working extremely well.

"Cooling, it's so cooling!" the reporters exclaimed as they entered the office. Although it was early in the morning, the weather was scorching outside.

Lin Fan sat there and furrowed his brows. He then said, "This place is good. When nobody's here, the air-conditioner is still switched on and thus the place is always kept cool."

The reporters looked around and started to record everything on their notebooks. It was another potential headline.

'The Chinese Martial Arts Association's offices are air-conditioned, 24/7.'