In the suburbs of Qing Garden City, there's a special place. An asphalt road leads into the depths cloaked with trees. At the entrance, there are no signs—just a closed iron gate—and two people standing guard, preventing any casual entry.
At this moment, a car slowly approached the iron gate at the entrance.
A person wearing a dark, loose shirt walked over, glancing at the lowered car window. Seeing it was a new face, he rudely asked, "What do you want?"
In the passenger seat, Li Rui held out a business card between his fingers. The person didn't even look at the writing, just glanced at it, recognizing immediately whose it was, and nervously opened the door.
Li Rui withdrew his hand, chuckled, and said, "Brother Kong's reputation is really something."
He Chengli said, "This place is where those rich kids gather. If Brother Kong is here, he's the leader, even a mentor to some."
Driving, Huo Yun said, "But a person like him would definitely feel disdain for this place."
