"What's that saying again—'There are two stores in front of my house, one sells fakes, and the other also sells fakes!'"
"Hey, Pan, when is your uncle arriving?"
Pan Weining was sending a message when he heard this and replied, "He should be here in about two days. He got delayed by some matters at his end. If things go fast, he could arrive tomorrow morning."
The drive from the airport to their accommodation didn't take long. It wasn't a big city, and there were hardly two traffic lights on the road, so they didn't have to stop and go, reaching their destination smoothly.
The person who drove them over left the car behind, as Pan Weining had rented it from them.
After the driver left, Pan Weining drove the car into the garage.
Pan Weining had already gotten the keys to the place beforehand, and some entrances and exits were controlled by smart systems for which he had the codes.
