The plane landed at Shanghai Airport.
Jiang Hao pulled his luggage out. The waiting hall before him was exactly the same as in the real world, and a mischievous thought suddenly arose in his heart.
This world was synchronized with the real world, so did another version of him exist here? Another Jiang Hao, that was. He searched for Haoran Technology—nothing. He searched for Jiang Hao, chairman of Haoran Technology—nothing. He searched for Zhou Xinyan—still nothing.
This world had Apple, Google, Tencent, and Alibaba, but it did not have his Haoran Technology, nor the game Pet Battle.
He found a taxi at the airport.
"Hello, sir. Where are you going?" The driver spoke fluent English.
"Maoshan. Will you go?" Jiang Hao asked.
The driver hesitated. "Maoshan? That's all the way to Zhenjiang. It'll take at least three hours. That's quite a distance."
"I'll pay extra." Money could solve many problems.
"Okay, sir. Please get in." The driver readily agreed.
Three hours later, Jiang Hao arrived at the foot of Maoshan. The familiar Taoist temple and familiar main hall were there, but none of the familiar people were. He did not recognize a single Taoist priest or abbot. In the end, Jiang Hao found the person in charge of the temple and donated $100,000 in cash. They warmly treated him to a vegetarian meal and gave him a room for the night. Jiang Hao left Maoshan the next day.
Two days later, Jiang Hao arrived in the capital.
"Ring, ring, ring!"
A telephone rang at a certain bureau of the National Security Agency in the capital. It was an unfamiliar number.
"May I ask what this is regarding?" the operator asked.
"I have something for you. It's in the eighth trash can to the left across the street from your National