Yanjing, Kunpeng Hotel.
Wu Muye, dressed in white and tall, leans on the edge of the platform and looks down.
The traffic flows back and forth, and the crowd is surging.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Wu Muye's eyes moved slightly and said, "Not bad, very punctual."
Li Zhen walked up to him and stood side by side: "I just came back from Huaxia Think Tank. I hope you haven't waited long."
Ho ho, Wu Muye chuckled and said, "You are now famous in Yanjing. I can't afford to wait!"
Li Zhen ignored the strange atmosphere in his words and asked, "Old Wu and... Mu