Chapter 62 — Finding a Place to Talk
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That complex had also been developed and built by Gu Pengzhan's Gu Group. Of course, the bigger reason Gu Mengyao lived there was that Shen Yushu lived there too — the two had been sworn friends since primary school, sisters whose bond could not have been tighter.
Gu Pengzhan's villa was built entirely in the suburbs, occupying a large stretch of open land bordered by verdant lawns and flowerbeds, with a single road leading to the main structure.
This, of course, was private property; outsiders were not allowed to enter freely. At the gate, Uncle Qing held up a laser keycard to scan it before the doors slowly swung open.
Wei Zhao glanced at the brand of the door opener. It appeared to be the most advanced rolling-code access system on the international market — even if the keycard were lent to someone else, it could not be cloned. Each time the system and the card interacted, a unique access code was generated: the system emitted a code, and the microcontroller inside the card computed a result based on it and fed it back to the system to complete the unlocking sequence.
Still, it was not beyond cracking. Wei Zhao, of course, kept this to himself, since by civilian standards it was already quite secure. But if yesterday's incident remained unresolved, he intended to overhaul the security at Gu Mengyao's villa — he could not guarantee that he would be by her side twenty-four hours a day.
The car pulled up in front of the villa. Uncle Qing stepped out and opened the car doors for Gu Pengzhan and Wei Zhao in turn. Once both men had alighted, he returned to the driver's seat.
"Isn't Uncle Qing coming in with us?" Wei Zhao had heard Gu Pengzhan say earlier that Uncle Qing was no outsider, which was why he asked.
"He's parking the car in the garage, then he'll be right back." Gu Pengzhan had read Wei Zhao's mind. He smiled and patted Wei Zhao on the shoulder. "Li Fu has been with me for over ten years. From now on, when I'm not around, if anything urgent comes up, you can go straight to Uncle Qing."
Wei Zhao nodded. If Gu Pengzhan said so, then Uncle Qing must be someone thoroughly trustworthy.
The villa's interior was not what one would call opulent — certainly not the kind of gilded grandeur one might expect. Instead, it leaned toward understated elegance and classical refinement. It was clear that Gu Pengzhan was a man of taste, nothing like the typical nouveau riche.
"Make yourself at home. Don't stand on ceremony — treat it like your own house." Gu Pengzhan personally fetched a pair of slippers for Wei Zhao and set them before him.
The gesture left Wei Zhao slightly flattered, and yet it also deepened his suspicion that Gu Pengzhan was perhaps being too familiar with him. This did not feel like the way one treated a subordinate — it was closer to how one might treat a member of one's own family.
"Thank you, Uncle Chu." Wei Zhao did not put on airs. After thanking him, he changed into the slippers.
It was Wei Zhao's composure that drew Gu Pengzhan's quiet approval — not a trace of constraint on his face. Although Gu Pengzhan knew nothing of Wei Zhao's past, the young man carried himself like someone who had seen the wider world.