Outskirts in the mountainous area.
As soon as Leh Ying stepped out of the car, she saw a large expanse of secluded hills in front of her, and several dozen green Humvee utility vehicles parked at the entrance.
Behind the five-meter-high iron gate, a few rows of low bungalows came into view, flags fluttering, solemn and strict, with guards at the entrance. They only glanced at Huo Xi's Audi license plate and didn't need to take a look at her before allowing passage.
There was a solemn silence.
She took the most secluded back door, where she saw a man in a hat catching a plump sturgeon and chatting with people around him.
"He sat by the lake in the back mountain for a whole day and only caught one fish. He spent all his time sleeping," someone said.
"That's a novelty, the first time I've seen him catch anything. It seems his mood is good," another chimed in.
"Not that good. You can't smoke here, can't light a fire. He's suffocating," came another remark.
