China Captain

The first time he came to his home for the next few years, Su Dong felt like a thief.

Ever since he had appeared at Heathrow Airport in London, the British media had stepped up their surveillance of the house in Cheshire. Reporters periodically came to the door under all kinds of pretexts to sniff out information. It was said that one reporter had even rented a house in the town of Wilmslow, planning to stake the place out long-term just to catch the first-hand news of Su Dong's transfer.

This was too much for Alexander Brenner, who was experiencing something like this for the first time.

In the German designer's words, even when he had won that prestigious European architectural design award, he had not received nearly as much attention as the treatment he was getting from the British media every day now.

"I'm starting to feel a little light-headed, you know? I suspect I'm a huge celebrity now. People watch me everywhere I go." Alexander Brenner smiled bitterly.

Clearly, he was not entirely opposed to this treatment. It was somewhat novel, after all.

That was only human nature.

It was a little like a besieged city: those outside wanted in, while those inside wanted out.

"Then next time, you can be my spokesman. You'll be responsible for leaking information to the public. I guarantee those reporters will hound you until you don't even have time to eat or sleep. You'll get your fill of it." Su Dong laughed heartily.

Ever since they had met in Munich, the two had hit it off at once. After all, both had achieved considerable success in their respective fields, and they had some common ground to talk about. They shared similar interests and got along very well.

For this house in Cheshire,