There is still about four or five kilometers away from the entrance of the scenic area to the Xianhu Shengjing Villa Group.

The scenery along the way is picturesque and the air is fresh. Tourists are wandering on the lakeside greenway.

On the lake are dotted with several strangely shaped cruise ships, and from time to time one or two egrets pass by the water.

Such a pleasant environment makes me unable to help but yearn for it.

A few minutes later, I saw a huge bluestone standing on the edge of the mountain road, with several vigorous and powerful cursive scripts on it: The Scenery of Xianhu.

The villas here are different from other places. Each villa has a separate road connected to the main road, and are far away from each other. They are hidden in the birch forest, only the sounds are heard, but no one is seen.

To be honest, this is a community, it is more like a village hidden in the forest.

My car turned onto Route 1, and drove about two kilometers on the quiet forest path before I saw a towering building standing on the tall foundation, like a solid fortress.

There are exquisite iron fences around it. From a distance, the garden is full of flowers blooming in a magnificent manner, which is particularly enchanting.

Ye Meina has been waiting for me at the door.

I drove the car into the garden gate and saw an old man standing behind her with a knife-like look on his face.

When I first saw him, I really scared me to the point of being strong.

His short hair, like a hedgehog, was half white, had a deep scar on his left face, his sleeves were empty, and he had no hands.

The first time I saw him made me feel chilled.

For some reason, I always feel that from those eyes, I can see that this person's hands must be unclean and he has killed someone.

Even if you are old, that kind of evil spirit has not decreased in the slightest.

A doorman is such a tough character, which makes me even more curious about Du Tianheng.

Under the guidance of the flat-headed old man, I parked the car at his designated location.

Fortunately, his eyes were staring straight ahead, and it was not projected on my face, otherwise I would definitely have a numb scalp.

After I got out of the car, Ye Meina was already standing on the steps at the entrance of the villa and shouted to the flat-headed old man: "Uncle San, please come in, I'll go see my father first."

The flat-headed old man who called Uncle San said with a silence, "Yes, Miss Second."

After saying that, Ye Meina twisted her waist and went in alone.

I followed Uncle San, staring at his empty sleeves, and couldn't help guessing about his past.

In the early years, there were often rumors that once a person who cheated in the Aomen Casino was found, his hands would be cut off. Could this man named San Uncle be the gangster who followed Du Tianheng to travel through the Aomen?

I was thinking in my mind that Uncle San had led me to a spacious living room.

He squeezed a smile on his face and said to me with a hoarse throat: "Mr. Di, please wait here, Miss Second will come soon."

After saying that, he went out alone.

His smile seemed stiff, but his steps were particularly light, and he looked like a person who had been running around all year round.

A servant quickly served hot tea, which was the first time in the rainy Longjing this year.

I just took a bite and Ye Meina got off the upstairs.

She said: "Di Feng, your father has agreed to your conditions. He said that if you can really cure him, the price will not be a problem, but he has a condition. You can't mention it to anyone today."

Ten million? I couldn't help but feel excited. I don't know what disease this old guy is suffering from and how much it is worth the price.

I said: "If it is cured well, you have to check Lingzun's condition before you can decide. As for the latter issue you mentioned, this is not a problem at all. Protecting the patient's privacy is the responsibility of the doctor."

"Okay, come with me."

Ye Meina twisted her plump buttocks and walked up the stairs.

I followed closely behind and just went up the second floor. I saw five or six bald old men sitting in a small living room, about fifty or sixty years old. Everyone had a sad face, lowering their heads as if they were praying.

The living room was filled with smoke, and in the huge ashtray on the table, there were cigarette butts like hills piled up.
Chapter completed!