No. 73 Huayuan Road is a Western-style courtyard with white walls, three-story western-style buildings, red brick green space, and an elegant environment. What's even more rare is this location, located in the heart of Riverside City, where every inch of land is valuable. Although it is only two blocks away from the First Hospital, the area around Huayuan Road is by no means the chaotic scene of the hospital and is full of culture.

As a foreigner's leased land a hundred years ago, there are many similar Western-style courtyards on Huayuan Road, and the owners of these courtyards were either businessmen and wealthy people, or political dignitaries.

As a testament to history, they have been renovated, some of the former residences of celebrities have been designated as heritage sites and converted into small museums open to the public, and many of the less valuable cultural relics have been bought by powerful institutions and merchants, or used as office locations, or converted into unique bars, as well as expensive private restaurants.

As for the courtyard at No. 73 Garden Road, it also provides catering and entertainment, but it is not open to the public, which is in the nature of a private club.

Very different from the so-called "clubhouses" outside that sell dog meat on sheep's heads, there are not many customers in and out of No. 73, and even if there are cars in and out, there is almost no kind of cool running. Even many residents who live nearby think that this small courtyard is the office of a certain company, and there is no sign.

Although it is located in the heart of the city, it is a quiet area, and it is only during rush hour when the traffic on and off the road is jammed. No. 73 is located in the north of the middle section of Huayuan Road, only a few hundred meters away from Binhe No. 1 Middle School, where Qi Huan went to school.

Fortunately, the entire garden road prohibits cars from honking, and no matter how blocked the traffic is, it is not noisy, and it slowly "flows" in an orderly manner under the command of the traffic police comrades.

"Da! Da!" suddenly heard two shrill horns in the traffic, not the movement of ordinary cars, but the kind of police electric horns.

At the intersection, he was in charge of directing the traffic police to follow the sound, there was no police car in sight, and the distance was a little far, and he couldn't lock which car it was.

After the car honked twice, there was no further movement. The traffic police frowned: Which guy is this privately installed electric horn? Don't let me catch you!

At the same time, in a Bentley more than 50 meters away from No. 73, a guy in a suit on the co-pilot was smashing his mobile phone in the driver's face: "Why are you crazy? What kind of place is this, you dare to be blind!"

The man in the suit is in his early forties, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and he looks like a shopping mall winner, but his face is full of anger. The driver was a strong man with five big and three thick, and he also wore a suit, but his face was full of meat, and he looked like a horse boy temperament of the underworld.

The man in the suit was extremely ruthless, and the mobile phone was thrown out and smashed on the frame of the strong man's eyes, and a stream of blood flowed down. The strong man was smashed to the ground, and begged for mercy again and again: "Third brother, I was wrong, the stupid ....... in front"

"Stop!" the man in the suit waved his hand impatiently, "I'll walk over." ”

"Third brother, your mobile phone. The strong man who drove the car didn't care about wiping the blood on his face, so he hurriedly picked up the smashed mobile phone and handed it over.

The man in the suit took the phone and pushed the car door when he saw an electric car delivering a courier coming crookedly behind him. Seeing that the electric car was about to hit the door of the Bentley, the courier brother was also extraordinary, oops, forced a turn, and chose a Bora parked on the side of the road to pick up the students.

The scene was a mess, but the man in the suit ignored it, pushed the door and got out of the car and went straight to the gate of No. 73. There was a pedestrian on the side of the road who witnessed the incident, and he grabbed two steps to stop him, but he was glanced at by the cold eyes of the man in the suit, and his heart was stunned, and he lowered his eyelids weakly, and did not dare to speak.

The man in the suit walked quickly to No. 73 and saw that the gate was closed, and only one side of the small door was guarded by two security guards who did not squint. He took out a business card with a spring breeze on his face and handed it over: "Two hard work, Master Fang asked me to come over, this is his film." ”

"Fang Xuanji", the security guard took the business card with a black background and gilded, and saw that only the name and a mobile phone number were printed on it, and there was neither a position nor a name. And the name Fang Xuanji is also quite special, like a character in a fantasy novel.

The security guard looked at the business card and looked at the man in the suit carefully, and a smile appeared on his tense face: "You are Mr. Wei, right? Mr. Fang informed us just now." Although this security guard is tall, he speaks very politely, standard Mandarin, with a bit of riverside local charm.

"I'm Wei Xuefeng. The man in the suit nodded.

"Please wait. The security guard listened to his name, so he handed back Fang Xuanji's business card and picked up the walkie-talkie. After a brief call, a young man in a suit and leather shoes came out of the western-style building, walked in front of Wei Xuefeng's eyes, and made a gesture of please: "Mr. Wei, please come with me." ”

Wei Xuefeng glanced at the young man's badge, which had no position on it, only a name "Wang Ping". It seems that the rules of this number 73 are not small, and Wei Xuefeng estimates that this is a fake name limited to the workplace.

Wang Ping didn't say much, only said "Mr. Fang is on the second floor", and took the lead in leading the way.

Didn't you say that in this building, the people in charge of receiving them were all beautiful college students, why didn't you see any of them? Wei Xuefeng was silent, but his eyes couldn't help but look around, he had been to a lot of clubs, but it was the first time he had entered a place like No. 73.

Wei Xuefeng used to have a nickname called Wei San when he mixed with society, and he has developed in recent years, and his main business is civil engineering.

It's just that the background of this seventy-three is really mysterious, and with Wei Xuefeng's energy, even the immortals behind this club can't figure out which way they are. It is precisely because of this that when Wei Xuefeng was really immersed, he felt a little disappointed. Even if you don't see beautiful college students in the building, the wooden floor under your feet is also old, right?

"Wang Ping" said very little, only reminded him when he went upstairs, and led Wei Xuefeng to the second floor, as if walking through a maze, he turned seven or eight more turns, and then pointed to a room at the end of the corridor and introduced: "That is Mr. Fang's private room, Mr. Wei, please." ”

"Wang Ping" stopped at a distance of more than ten meters from the private room, which made Wei Xuefeng slightly stunned. Seeing that he was stunned, Wang Ping bowed slightly and made another gesture of please, and explained with a smile: "There are still guests in Mr. Fang's room, it is inconvenient for us to go over, please." ”

Wei Xuefeng's mind suddenly popped up with a very cultured word, no matter how awesome No. 73 is, this tone is indispensable, right? Wei Xuefeng smiled, took out the style of an entrepreneur with assets of more than 100 million yuan, said thank you to Wang Ping, and then strode towards the room at the end of the corridor.