"Where elites gather, the land is spiritual; where the land is spiritual, elites gather, complementing each other... This spirit vein location is quite troublesome, do you need us to take you back later?"
Under New York's afternoon sun, a convoy of three bulletproof cars flanked by police cars made its way, a spectacle of grandeur moving through the heart of New York.
In the centermost vehicle, the driver was a young diplomat from the Mysterious Country stationed at the Federation, holding the post of First Secretary, named Li Wei. To achieve such a position at his age and to serve as a diplomat for the Federation, no matter how powerful his background, surely he must have endured several years of hardship in the war-torn regions of Africa or the Middle East before tasting sweetness.
Although Li Wei's eyes were constantly fixed forward, he occasionally observed the small golden silk monkey in the rearview mirror sitting in the back seat.
