"Dear comrades from the armed police, I am here to..." Nie Zhenbang stepped forward to greet, but didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.
The guard at the door, upon glancing at Nie Zhenbang, quickly interjected, "You're here to deliver something to the leader, right? Have you telephoned him? If not, please wait a while."
The armed police spoke with decorum. Standing guard at the Party School, armed police were generally vigilant. The people coming and going were either leaders, secretaries, or family members. One couldn't afford to offend any of these individuals.
Currently, Nie Zhenbang was mistaken for a leader's secretary by the policeman, understandably so. Nie Zhenbang looked too young, just in his twenties, and had arrived alone driving his car. If he were a party leader, wouldn't there be people doting on him from all sides?
