Wen Jiaren bought some things, calculated them carefully, and then handed over an address, "Please send it here. Thank you."
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Not long after she left, a man came in with an elegant temperament and a bit of indifference. He knocked on the counter and said, "Excuse me, my wife came here just now to buy something. She seems to have written the wrong address. Let me check."
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"Name?"
"Wen Jiaren.
"Yeah, okay." Then the salesperson clearly spit out a string of addresses: "205 Apartment 13, Huafeng Road."
"Yes." The man nodded: "Thank you. The address is correct. Sorry for the trouble."
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The rain fell non-stop.
With the smell of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
The air is somewhat humid.
Li Nian sat in the hotel and lit a cigarette. His whole expression was a bit silent, as if he was waiting for something.
Finally, the phone rang.
He quickly answered: "Master Nian, the address has been found."
"Oh? Where?" A satisfied smile appeared in Li Nian's eyes, and his expression was a bit excited.
“Apartment 205, No. 13, Huafeng Road.”
"Very good." He nodded, praised briefly, and then glanced at Zhu Ye who was standing not far away.
"Master Nian, I'll prepare the car."
"No need, I'll go there myself."
Li Nian seemed to be in a good mood. He tidied his clothes lightly and went downstairs.