"Mr. Shen, welcome to our humble bureau. I am Wu Xing from the Special Affairs Bureau, you can call me Wu Lao San..."
Wu Xing approached with a cheerful smile, skipping a step to shake Shen Siyuan's hand firmly.
Shen Siyuan shook it lightly, curiously looking at the building behind him.
The building seemed aged, still in that old Soviet red-brick style, shaded by rippling tree shadows, its walls mottled, exuding a nostalgic charm.
"Do you operate out of here?" Shen Siyuan asked curiously.
"Yes, we've been based here since the Special Affairs Bureau was established." Wu Xing quickly introduced.
While introducing, he studied Shen Siyuan with curiosity.
Earlier on the road, other staff from the Special Affairs Bureau had already briefed Wu Xing on the situation on site.
This gave Wu Xing a clearer understanding of Shen Siyuan's capabilities.
"Isn't this your headquarters? Why call it the Beijing office?" Shen Siyuan's question interrupted Wu Xing's thoughts.
