People at the bottom of society loved discussing the buildings at the top.
Just like the people drinking cheap beer by the ninety-nine-cent pint in little taverns whose roadside sign lights had a few letters burned out.
What they loved most was discussing how the Federal President was doing, how the Cabinet Members were doing, how international trends were developing, and where more opportunities might appear!
It was as if every one of them possessed an extremely prominent identity and background, and the things they discussed could determine the lives and jobs of tens of millions of people!
But! They were merely ordinary people at the bottom of society. Their understanding of their own living and working environments was limited to the neighbors around them, or those living in the same corridor.
At work, their knowledge extended no farther than the assembly line or a single workshop.
They might not even know the name of the supervisor responsible for organizing production on the neighboring assembly line or in the neighboring workshop, let alone the middle- and upper-level managers of the companies they worked for.
They might not even have heard their names! That was the true essence of life. People standing in a valley always gazed toward the mountaintop, never toward the middle of the mountain.
The house Noel had used to monitor the doctor and Joanna had been burglarized, so some information had been leaked. That explanation did not really hold up.
If some petty thief had burglarized the house, would he not know the Green Brothers? Would he not know who Noel was? Actually, it was possible. The gang members who prowled the streets might have heard of Noel, but who had actually seen him?
Besides, burglars did not care who the house belonged to. They only wanted