The next morning, Lin Yi washed up quickly, then drove to Li Chunyan’s house.
Through the towering buildings of the city, this nation built upon the desert flaunted its luxurious essence to the fullest.
No matter which corner you look at, it seems to be ahead of the world.
Also making the ordinary folk feel daunted.
The car drove for more than half an hour, gradually leaving the urban area.
On both sides of the road were rows of small villas, the sun glaringly scattered on this golden land.
Lin Yi drove slowly, searching for Zhao Chunyan’s house according to the address on the information.
He finally stopped beside a house with a red roof.
This is Zhao Chunyan’s home.
But just as Lin Yi was about to get out of the car, he suddenly noticed someone standing at the window of the house across the street, staring fixedly at his car.
Huh?
This scene surprised Lin Yi and made him alert.
Using his peripheral vision, Lin Yi glanced gently.
He noticed the person was a big-bearded man, focused and motionless, staring at him.
Instinctively, Lin Yi felt that the man’s attitude was not just a casual glance.
Starting the car again, Lin Yi drove away.
Years of experience tell him that the person in the house across the street is definitely not normal.
They might not be staring at him, but at Zhao Chunyan.
Taking a detour, Lin Yi drove back to the city.
Parking by the roadside, Lin Yi expressionless and silent, closes his eyes to regain energy, while his mind spins rapidly.
Considering the earlier situations, Lin Yi suspects Zhao Chunyan’s home might be under surveillance.
If this is the case, the development would be quite different from what he imagined.
But if so, it might actually be more favorable to him.
Taking out his phone, Lin Yi dialed Zhao Chunyan’s number from the information.
"Hello?"
A middle-aged man’s voice came from the phone.
"Hello, Professor Zhao."
Lin Yi didn’t speak in a foreign language, but used standard Chinese to greet, trying to probe Zhao Chunyan’s attitude.
On the other side, hearing Lin Yi’s voice, Zhao Chunyan paused noticeably.
In his memory, even within his family, speaking the mother tongue had become rare.
"Who are you?"
"My identity is temporarily confidential, but I’d like to invite you to join my research institute."
After speaking, Lin Yi paused for a few seconds and added:
"In Zhong Hai."
"Sorry, I’m very satisfied with my current job, there’s nothing to discuss in this regard."
"Wait, don’t hang up yet," Lin Yi said:
"If there are other issues, I might help you solve them, like the person living across from your house."
There was long silence on the other end.
And this statement made Zhao Chunyan even more surprised.
"I don’t understand what you’re saying, if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."
"Don’t rush," Lin Yi said:
"Listen to my last sentence and then decide."
Lin Yi paused and said:
"I think the people at the research institute are also uneasy about Professor Zhao, or else they wouldn’t act like this. If you agree with me, I’ll handle everything and return you and your family to Yan Country. But if Professor Zhao has no attachment to that land, consider as if I’m being overly sentimental, please think it over carefully."
"I have other matters, I’ll hang up first."
"Alright."
Zhao Chunyan hung up the phone, Lin Yi sat silently in the car.
Although phone communication isn’t as effective as face-to-face meetings, given the current situation, he had no other choice.
The Halke Rangers’ regard for Zhao Chunyan exceeded his expectations.
As for whether he can invite him back, it depends on his luck.