The Capital (2)

Qin Ze had been to the capital several times. When he was little, he had thought the road in front of Tiananmen Square was unbelievably huge and spacious. Looking at it again now, he felt it was nothing special... As someone from Mo City, he ought to have the confidence and pride to look down on urban infrastructure across the country. And indeed, the capital's urban development was not particularly outstanding among First-Tier Cities.

But as long as you walked around and looked carefully, you could deeply feel the heritage and vicissitudes accumulated over the long river of history!

Qin Baobao had said that. Qin Ze had not had time to take a proper look at the city. He hailed a cab from the airport and headed straight for the Wang residence.

The capital was not his territory, and his business had not expanded here, so he could not expect anyone to pick him up in a private car. It was also the Spring Festival holiday, making even a lackey hard to find. Pei Nanman had been right—his influence was still far too shallow.

If this world were compared to a pyramid, those in politics would be at the top, businessmen below them, and then many more layers beneath that. Creatures like programmers ought to be at the very bottom. Back then, I was a code monkey; now I was still a code monkey, except I had gone from writing code to writing words.

And the place where a bunch of people at the pinnacle of that pyramid lived was not somewhere he could enter. Naturally, Qin Ze was stopped by the guards outside.

They were different from security guards in other residential compounds. Their uniforms were more refined, their postures straighter, their expressions more resolute. Most importantly, the things