Chapter

The next day at 5:00 pm.

Ye Hao showed up at the gate of No. 1 compound outside the frontier with an exquisite gift box in his hand.

This place is a transfer building for government officials. Outside the Great Wall is the provincial capital of the desert province. Most important officials in the provincial government live in the No. 1 compound.

As the second in command of the Desert Provincial Police Station, Zhao Hairui has an independent courtyard in this place.

Ye Hao followed the address sent by Yang Zhongjun and came to the gate of the courtyard.

Two live ammunition agents stood at the door. When they saw him appear, one of them took a step forward and saluted, "Hello, sir."

“This is a private territory, please do not enter.”

Ye Hao smiled and said, "I'll look for Vice President Zhao, please help me pass it on."

"Just say, Ye Hao."

"I am a friend of Yang Zhongjun, the top leader of the Foreign Police Station in the Frontier."

Hearing Yang Zhongjun's name, the agent who was guarding the gate nodded slightly, and then walked in quickly.

After more than ten minutes, he came back and said, "Mr. Ye, please come inside."

After entering the courtyard and walking through a path full of flowers and plants, Ye Hao came to the hall of a villa.

At this moment, there was no one in the hall. The agent who came with Ye Hao compared a gesture of invitation and left on his own.

In the empty hall, Ye Hao stood alone.

If you are an ordinary person, you will probably be embarrassed to find a crack in the ground and drill it into it.

But Ye Hao didn't feel much, but walked to a corner of the hall with his hands behind his back and admired the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

These brushes have strong and powerful characters, and every stroke has a bit of the smell of gold and iron horses.

As for those ink paintings, although there are only a few strokes, they already show the author's spirit and form.

Looking at the signature of the calligraphy and paintings, Ye Hao looked a little strange. He didn't expect that the person who wrote it was Zhao Hairui.

But it is normal. When people reach middle age, they will inevitably have some of their own hobbies.

Since Zhao Hairui claims to be the blue sky outside the Great Wall, his personal hobbies are destined to be very simple, or should be said to be very cheap.

Because only in this way can the paths of those gift-givers be cut off.

People like to write and draw, so you can’t give me a few pieces of mills, right?

No matter how valuable this thing is, how valuable can it be?

Just as Ye Hao was thinking about these things, suddenly, a sarcastic middle-aged woman's voice came from the corridor deep in the hall.

"You just want to see our Lao Zhao?"

"You don't know that my old Zhao is a workaholic. He won't go home until ten o'clock in the evening."

"No matter whether you want to ask him for business or give him gifts, I'm afraid I'll be disappointed today."

Ye Hao looked over the sound and saw a woman with a graceful figure and a bit of charm walking out.

This woman is at least forty years old, but the years have not been too many signs on her. Apart from the faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and the dark purple cheongsam, nothing can show her age.

But no matter how you look at it, such a woman is definitely a peerless beauty when she is young.

Ye Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, probably knowing who this woman was.

The top ten top families, the Kong family in Qilu, and Kong Juan.

Although this woman is not a direct line of the Confucius family in Qilu, she is just a side line.

However, being able to marry Zhao Hairui also made her identity in the Confucius family in Qilu have increased.

The blessing of the two halos of the top ten top families and the five major clans made this woman destined to be arrogant and domineering.


Chapter completed!