Mo Yuan clutched the slip of paper with the address written on it tightly in his hand, hurrying through the bustling streets.
Following the directions on the note, he finally arrived at his destination. From a distance, the scene before him resembled a peaceful and tranquil residential compound, but as he drew closer, he discovered that it seemed to conceal some unknown, mysterious atmosphere.
The lush trees surrounding the area formed a green screen, partially obscuring the view. Even hidden by the dense foliage, the towering walls exuded an aura of solemnity and authority, inspiring awe. When Mo Yuan reached the main gate, he was particularly surprised to see two tall, stern-faced guards standing there.
The two guards were dressed in identical uniforms, and the pistols at their waists gleamed coldly in the sunlight. A single glance was enough to tell that this was no ordinary place; the level of security was beyond imagination. Just as Mo Yuan took a few steps closer to the gate, one of the guards immediately raised his arm, signaling him to stop and making a clear prohibition gesture.
"Comrade, have you taken the wrong road? This place is not for loitering. Please leave immediately!" The guard's voice was deep and stern, his face expressionless, like a cold statue.
Seeing this, Mo Yuan quickly put on a friendly smile, trying to ease the tense atmosphere and put the other party at ease. "Comrade, hello! I haven't come to the wrong place; I came here specifically to find this place. May I ask if a leader surnamed Hao lives here? I've been entrusted by someone to deliver a letter to him. Please help me go in and inform him that Bao Ruijin asked me to deliver the letter, and he will understand."
As Mo Yuan spoke, he carefully handed over the letter that he treasured.
However, out of caution, Mo Yuan did not hand the letter over directly, but merely gestured to the other party to show that he was not making baseless accusations.
The other party hesitated for a moment, seemingly wanting to refuse Mo Yuan's request, but also harboring concerns that what Mo Yuan said might be true. After some thought and consideration, they finally nodded in agreement, saying, "There is indeed a leader here surnamed Hao, but at most, I can only pass on your message. Just wait here patiently. If he doesn't want to see you, then there's nothing I can do!"
After saying this, he instructed another person to keep an eye on Mo Yuan to prevent him from doing anything rash, and then he hurriedly ran into the house.
Now that Mo Yuan had successfully found his destination, his mind naturally relaxed. So, he leisurely walked to the flowerbed by the entrance, slowly squatted down, and began to observe the colorful and varied plants with great interest, passing the time while waiting. Unbeknownst to him, a short while passed.
Suddenly, a man who looked to be in his thirties or forties strode out of the door. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a well-tailored Zhongshan suit, and his steps were steady and powerful.
As he approached Mo Yuan, he smiled and asked in a friendly and gentle tone, "Hello, my name is Li Wenjie, and I am the leader's secretary. May I ask if you are from Shandong Province?"
Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan calmly replied, "That's right, I am from Xiangcheng County, Shandong Province!" After receiving confirmation, Li Wenjie nodded slightly, then gestured for him to come in, saying, "Please come in with me."
Mo Yuan followed closely in the footsteps of the person in front of him, winding left and right along the way, passing through narrow and quiet paths, and finally arriving at a quiet house hidden in the shade of green trees.
The house is a two-story detached building, its walls covered with lush green ivy, as if draped in a vibrant coat of life. The yard is filled with all sorts of flowers and plants, each one a riot of color and vying for attention. A gentle breeze carries their refreshing fragrance, filling the entire yard with a lively yet tranquil atmosphere.
Upon entering the room, Mo Yuan saw an antique-style desk in front of him, with an elderly man with graying and thinning hair sitting upright at the desk. He was about sixty years old, wearing reading glasses, and was engrossed in reading a newspaper.
Li Wenjie carefully led Mo Yuan to the old man, then respectfully bowed and reported in a low voice, "Sir, after confirmation, this is indeed the guest who came from Shandong. It seems there is no mistake."
Upon hearing this, the old man slowly raised his head and turned his gaze to Mo Yuan, who was standing to the side.
The other party was observing Mo Yuan, and Mo Yuan was also observing the other party. Judging from where they lived, they were obviously not ordinary people. They must have a certain influence in Shanghai. Mo Yuan also knew that sending a letter was a pretense. This was Bao Ruijin giving him a favor to repay him!
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