Half an hour later.
The group arrived at a neighborhood that, although old, was quite well-maintained with large green spaces and newly paved roads. Guided by Guan Jian, they stopped in front of a building, only to see an elderly gentleman stepping out briskly, carrying a small stool.
On seeing Guan Jian, the old man smiled.
"Well, Mr. Guan, what brings you here so early today? Aren't you busy?"
Guan Jian shook his head, dashed over to take the stool from the elderly man, and affectionately held his hand as warmly as one would with a dear grandson.
"Elder, I came today especially to see you. These gentlemen are leaders from Qindao; they have some issues they'd like to confirm with you, about an archive from nearly twenty years ago. Would you be available?"
Zhu Jianguo's smile froze, his gaze swept over each of their faces, and then Xu Dayuan took out his police identification and handed it to him with both hands.