Anyway, the driver just had nothing to do to grind his teeth and relieve his boredom. He didn't really have any intention of gossiping about a passerby like him. If he explained it, it would cause more problems.
The drivers who drive all year round are all smart people, and Li Mengnan's displeasure could not be seen. The driver made a few haha jokes, said a few words about the weather, and then shut up and stopped talking.
More than ten minutes later, the taxi turned onto a slightly narrow two-lane road. The tall and shady French plane trees on both sides of the road suddenly dimmed the light in the car. The sun shone mottled through the gaps between the branches and leaves. Looking around,
Going there is full of greenery, and it feels like you are in a European-style pastoral town, which is especially quiet and peaceful.
After paying the fare and getting off the bus, Li Mengnan quickly found No. 88 Hehuan Road based on the address on the note.
Behind the three-meter-tall all-steel fancy iron gate is a small courtyard covering an area of more than 100 square meters. The neat lawn exudes the rich aroma of green grass.
There is a circular fountain in the center, and a beautifully carved little angel statue is naughtily squeezing its belly and squirting out a spray of water. The color of the stone that should have been pure white has become obviously yellowish, and it is obviously an old thing.
In the center of this vibrant green background stands a unique three-story French-style villa with red bricks and gray roofs. Its simple heritage is revealed with modern carvings. Not only have the different architectural styles of ancient and modern times not happened here,
Conflict, on the contrary, coexist harmoniously under the careful creation of the designer, giving people a unique beauty that is low-key and luxurious without losing personality.
If it were in first-tier cities such as Beidu and Shanghai, such a single-family antique-grade villa covering an area of hundreds of square meters would probably be sold for a sky-high price. Even if Sanshan City is only a third-tier city, the housing prices are far lower than those in Beidu and Shanghai.
It's a place like this, but even if you don't have a millionaire to buy such a villa, it's just a dream.
Li Mengnan now understood why the taxi driver had such a weird expression when he heard that he was coming to Hehuan Road - his 24K pure diaosi dress, which is a stall selling goods, is indeed in line with this place where every inch of land is precious.
Out of place.
Could it be that his father Li Hongming is actually a rich man?
Although Li Mengnan doesn't value money and material things very much, he doesn't have that inexplicable moral obsession. If a rich father can turn him into a rich second generation who can drive cars and pick up young models every day, he doesn't mind throwing away his moral integrity.
Fall for a moment.
Li Mengnan can eat lobster and abalone fins, and pickles and steamed buns at the bottom. Li Mengnan's tenacity in survival adaptability is comparable to that of an amoeba.
With great expectations for the future, Li Mengnan took a deep breath and pressed the finger on the electronic doorbell heavily.
The doorbell sounded soft waiting music. After a while, the camera above the door moved slightly. It was obvious that someone was checking his identity. Then a slightly deep old man's voice came from inside: "Are you from the College of Education of Tunghai University?"
Li Mengnan was stunned for a moment, wondering what was going on. Someone had figured out his origins before he even opened his mouth. Could it be that the doorbells of wealthy families were connected to the household registration system of the public security department? So high-tech?
"Uh...I am..."
Just as Li Mengnan was about to explain his purpose, the doorbell's working indicator light went out, and the door automatically slid open a gap on both sides, just enough for one person to pass through.
Following the path paved with irregular marble slabs and bypassing the fountain, Li Mengnan came to the double mahogany door of the villa. Before he could reach out to knock on the door, an old man with gray hair and a straight figure opened the door from inside, looking up and down expressionlessly.
After looking at Li Mengnan for a few times, he turned sideways and let Li Mengnan into the house.
Different from the French style outside, there is not much retro style inside this villa. Instead, it has a clean and modern minimalist style everywhere. The colors are mostly white and light colors. It can be seen that the owner of the house should be a doer.
People who are decisive and straightforward may even have a little mysophobia.
Moreover, as soon as Li Mengnan entered the hall, he noticed two alert eyes, one high and one low, falling on him quickly. Looking around, he saw two bodyguards in black suits standing at the entrance and exit of the corridor on the first and second floors. They stood upright and rigorous.
Apparently from the military.
Li Mengnan was led into the living room by the old man who looked like a housekeeper, and a middle-aged maid with an unattractive appearance served each of them a cup of tea.
"You are half an hour early." The old housekeeper showed the watch on his wrist and glanced down, "I appreciate your attitude, but your being early is also taking up the employer's time in disguise, so please next time
Try to arrive on time."
Employer? Li Mengnan became more and more confused. Did he go to the wrong door? But this is obviously No. 88 Hehuan Road...
"Excuse me, is the owner here's surname Li?" Li Mengnan thought it would be better to ask clearly before speaking.
The old housekeeper suddenly showed a hint of displeasure and replied: "Our wife's surname is Ding, and our master's surname is Li."
Madam? Master? This title feels so time-travelling... If the background in the room could be changed, the posture would be like the gate of a mansion with strict rules during the Republic of China.
Although Li Mengnan still doesn't know whether the male owner here is his biological father, at least the fact that his surname is Li can be confirmed.
But what made him feel a little strange was that he just noticed that the old housekeeper obviously deliberately put the introduction of the hostess first.
This is an extremely rare situation...perhaps this is some unique local custom?
The old housekeeper took a symbolic sip of tea and then gently put the cup aside. He stood up and said to Li Mengnan: "My wife and the master are out. According to the schedule, they will be home in about half an hour. Please sit here first. What do you need?"
You can call me Mrs. Fang... I will interview you when my wife and master come back, and if you pass, you can sign the contract."
"Contract? What contract?"
Li Mengnan probably understood when he heard this. Apparently, the other party happened to have an appointment with a student from Donghai University today, and his uninvited appearance caused the other party to confuse him with the student he was meeting, which caused the previous discussion.
Misunderstand.
Li Mengnan was about to open his mouth to clarify the misunderstanding, when his eyes accidentally fell on a small photo frame above the fireplace in the living room and couldn't look away from it anymore.
It was a photo of a couple.
The man in the photo is about forty years old. Although his appearance is plain, his smile gives people a gentle feeling like a spring breeze; while the woman in the photo is noble and beautiful, with excellent skin and figure, and almost no age can be seen on her body.
As time went by, her face still looked like that of a young woman in her early twenties.
Although Li Mengnan had never met his biological father, he still recognized the man in the photo as his father Li Hongming!