Mayor Xiang found it a little strange. Just as he was wondering how he was supposed to enter the manor, a short security guard came out, first opening the gate a crack before pushing over a motorcycle beside the guard post. He glanced back at him. "Come on, get on."
You want me... to ride a motorcycle? Mayor Xiang subconsciously looked up at the sky. It was still raining.
But his concern for his son made him ignore that discomfort—like I've never ridden a motorcycle before.
He then walked up to the motorcycle, looked around, and still asked, "Do you have a raincoat?"
The short guard replied in a muffled voice, "No. The rain isn't that heavy anyway."
Five minutes later, he was delivered to the villa.
Mayor Xiang entered the front building and saw Feng Jun in the hall.
Seeing the young man sitting there so steadily, and thinking that he had not even come to the gate to greet him, he could not help saying, "Boss Feng is quite at ease. You've shut yourself away in your little building and formed your own world."
One sentence from Feng Jun nearly choked him. "Isn't that perfectly normal? This is land I contracted and paid for... isn't it normal to keep the gates closed? Should I just let anyone come in?"
Mayor Xiang composed himself, walked to the sofa, and sat down without ceremony. Looking around, he said, "The city plans to requisition this land. It is necessary for urban development. You studied finance and have a Dual Degree, so you should understand what I mean."
"I don't understand," Feng Jun answered bluntly. "I don't believe the city's development has any inevitable connection to requisitioning my land."
"How could there be no connection?" Mayor Xiang was not worried about his