Chapter 62 — Finding a Place to Talk in Private
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
The villa where Gu Pengzhan himself lived was built entirely in the suburbs, occupying a great stretch of open ground, ringed by green lawns and flowers, with a road running through the middle toward the main building of the villa.
Of course, this was already private ground, where outsiders were not allowed to enter at will. At the entrance, Uncle Qing flashed his laser key card, and only then did the great gate slowly swing open.
Wei Zhao glanced at the brand of the gate opener. It must have been the most advanced rolling-code opening system in the world. Even if the card were lent to another person, it could not be copied. The opening code exchanged between the system and the card was unique each time, calculated by the single-chip processor in the card from the code sent out by the system and fed back to the system to complete the opening.
Still, it was not impossible to crack. Wei Zhao said nothing, of course, for in the civilian field it already counted as very secure. But if yesterday's affair was not thoroughly investigated, he meant to refit the security of the villa where Gu Mengyao lived. He could not guarantee that he would stay by Gu Mengyao's side twenty-four hours a day.
The car stopped before the villa. Uncle Qing got out and opened the doors for Gu Pengzhan and Wei Zhao in turn, and after they had stepped out, he got back into the car again.
"Isn't Uncle Qing coming in with us?" Wei Zhao asked, having just heard Gu Pengzhan say that Uncle Qing was one of them.
"He is going to park the car in the garage, then he will come back." Gu Pengzhan saw through Wei Zhao's thought, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder. "Li Fu has followed me for more than ten years. When I am away, if anything urgent comes up, you may speak to Uncle Qing directly."
Wei Zhao nodded. Since Gu Pengzhan spoke so, Uncle Qing must be a man well worthy of trust.
The decoration inside the villa could not be called luxurious, at least not the glittering golden kind. It leaned rather toward plain elegance and the classical style. One could see that Gu Pengzhan was a man of taste, unlike the common newly rich.
"Sit anywhere, don't stand on ceremony, just make yourself at home." Gu Pengzhan personally found a pair of slippers for Wei Zhao and set them before him.
The gesture left Wei Zhao rather overwhelmed by the honor, and made him wonder all the more whether Gu Pengzhan was being too warm toward him. This did not seem like the treatment of a subordinate, but rather the kindness shown to one's own family.
"Thank you, Uncle Chu." Wei Zhao did not put on airs. After his thanks, he changed into the slippers.
Wei Zhao's calm composure, with not a trace of restraint on his face, won Gu Pengzhan's silent praise. Although he knew nothing of Wei Zhao's past, he looked like a man who had seen the great world.