Parasol Tree Street was York City's administrative center. Most of Vienne's government departments had their headquarters on this street, and when foreign newspapers wrote their reports, they often liked to describe Vienne's position as "Parasol Tree Street's position."
Alfred first located the police station, then drove around it and parked in front of a historic-looking building behind it.
"Young master, we're here."
"Mm."
Kallen looked over through the car window. Rows of security personnel were patrolling the entrance, which was nothing unusual on Parasol Tree Street.
Before getting out, Kallen glanced at the business card again: Neo Romen.
His position was clerk under the Third Office, Seventh Group, Third Department of the Regional Administration Office.
"Alfred, I think that deputy director..."
"There's something wrong with the deputy director?"
"No, the clerk beside him.
"I didn't pick up on it at first, but during the drive here, I started to come around.
"Vicolai was willing to pay ten thousand Order Vouchers and help arrange my promotion to keep my mouth shut. Aside from worrying that I would keep reporting and appealing to higher authorities like Mr. Pavaro used to, there must have been other concrete reasons.
"He told me that if anyone came to verify the situation, I had to follow the account of the case in the official letter he gave me. But this deputy director named Mian was far too casual about it, as though he'd stuck a sign on his forehead announcing that he'd made the trip specifically to curry favor with Vicolai.
"Now the promotion is complete, the reward has been given, and I've confirmed the contents of the official letter that give Vicolai the credit. It looks as though the matter has ended just like that;
"so the inspection Vicolai is truly worried about can only