Thursday, May 27.
Han Luyi arrived at the Source Intelligence Research Institute with Liu Yu and Zhang Biao to begin work.
The Research Institute was fairly spacious, but after the recent hiring spree, it had no vacant offices left. Zhao Wenyuan voluntarily gave up his director's office for Han Luyi to use temporarily.
Naturally, he also took the opportunity to request a new building.
Han Luyi said he would consider it.
Not long after arriving at the Research Institute, Han Luyi received a call from Director Yu.
"Boss Han, the liaison the leadership arranged for you last time is ready. His surname is Xu, and he'll come see you today," Director Yu said warmly over the phone. "I've already sent you his contact details."
Shortly after the call ended, the Research Institute's front desk reported that someone was there to see Boss Han.
Han Luyi figured the "liaison" had arrived. Curious, he went to the front desk to meet him.
A man in a gray jacket stood near the reception desk. He was tall and powerfully built, with his back against the wall, and looked extremely alert.
The moment Han Luyi appeared, the man noticed him, but his attention was soon drawn to Zhang Biao behind him.
Their gazes met in midair. Both realized the other was no ordinary man.
Han Luyi approached, and the man spoke first. "Hello, Boss Han. I'm Security Liaison Xu Zhengyang, responsible for coordinating security for your upcoming overseas trip."
Rather than offering a handshake, he first presented his credentials.
Han Luyi blinked. "Xu... Zhengyang? That Xu Zhengyang?"
"Same name." A trace of resignation crossed Xu Zhengyang's face. "My father was a Jet Li fan back then."
"Well, that really is..." Han Luyi thought for a moment, unsure how to describe it.
*Could it be