The signing press conference was scheduled for April 2nd, intentionally avoiding April Fools' Day on the 1st, just in case anyone thought they were joking.
"—but we're not," John Mara boomed over the phone. "We're dead serious this time."
Don Quixote, weary from his travels, also rushed back. He had spent the entire month of March diligently handling various procedures for Li Wei and preparing all the necessary documents for tax sheltering.
Back at their home in Battery City Park, Don Quixote slapped his briefcase down on the coffee table with a dull thud.
"Where's Lily?" he asked, his first thought upon returning home being of his daughter. "I haven't seen her in a week. Did she miss me?"
Li Wei poured him a glass of water and sat down across from him. "She's at a friend's house."
"Oh, alright," Don Quixote said, scratching his head as he opened his briefcase. "Well then, let's get started. My boy, welcome to the big leagues of capitalism."
