The next morning, Zuo Lin followed his grandfather's instructions and sent all the medicinal materials and prepared medicines at home to the physiotherapy room of Shenbao Club. The club would pay him money at the end of the month, so Zuo Lin was not worried. Zuo Lin simply told the pharmacist named Yan, who was responsible for the drug acquisition in the physiotherapy room. After using up all the items, he didn't know if he could continue to supply them. After hearing Zuo Lin's explanation, Lao Yan was also a little angry.

Zuo Lin was busy on the club's spare turf until 2 pm. After sprinkling water on the turf, he changed his clothes and went to the city. Although he had been in Shanghai for several years, Zuo Lin still had a glimpse of the prosperous city. Apart from sending his grandfather to several major hospitals for some treatment and examinations, he had almost never set foot in the city. In the short process of entering and leaving the city, he realized the meanness of Shanghai people described by many people. Cold eyes were almost everywhere. Unlike many people, Cold eyes and meanness were not targeting outsiders, but targeting the most obvious vulnerable groups.

Wearing a white shirt, a pair of white-washed jeans, and a pair of 70% new Nike running shoes bought from a small team member of the club for 10 yuan, Zuo Lin once again entered the center of Shanghai, a city with a piece of paper that was as thick as the neon and shadows.

Unlike many others, Zuo Lin practiced his Mandarin to the TV until he could no longer hear the local accent. Although he could not understand Shanghai dialect, a standard Mandarin was enough to make him less eyebrow when asking for directions.

When I drove into the city, it was already dusk. The crowds passing by on the road and the noisy streets really made Zuo Lin, who was used to the tranquility, feel a little uncomfortable. However, this is prosperity. Between the rushing sea of ​​cars and people, a rhythm and passion that everyone seems to be accustomed to and does not receive attention.

Walking from People's Square to Huaihai Road, then walking along Huaihai Road to Shaanxi Road, and turning on Julu Road, which was written on the address, it was almost 7 o'clock in the evening. On this journey that was not long but quite short, Zuo Lin stopped several times to look at the map and confirm his location. Finally, he found the place on the address under the guidance of a very enthusiastic foreigner. The foreigner spoke extremely fluent Mandarin and even had a bit of Beijing-Hua's Erhua sound, which seemed a little poor. The blonde hair tied into braids and dark green sunglasses made the enthusiastic foreign man look very cool. In the simple and accurate description of this guy skillfully guiding Zuo Lin, Zuo Lin felt that this foreigner was very familiar with Shanghai, at least the road nearby.

This is a strange place, a strange city. Locals who are a little indifferent and indifferent to things that have nothing to do with them may not be able to explain the specific direction, while all kinds of outsiders are full of curiosity about the city.

When Zuo Lin finally stood in front of the old villa with the bronze medal of Shanghai's cultural relics protection building, he couldn't help but think like this.

The old house has a small garden surrounded by iron railings, and a very small gatehouse that can only accommodate one person. However, this place does not have any sign of its unit at the door, but it does not look like a private property. The lights in the old house are still on, and this light inspires Zuo Lin to walk to the gatehouse to find out.

"May I ask, this is..." Zuo Lin verified the address of the old man in his 50s and kind-hearted concierge.

"Yes, this is it." The old man looked at Zuo Lin with some confusion. Now, in addition to the addition of some modern equipment, this small villa has basically restored its most glorious era in the 1920s. And here is now one of the most famous private clubs in Shanghai. Unlike other private clubs, the so-called celebrities who are qualified to come here are not those who often appear in various media, nor are the ordinary rich people able to get in.

Although there are only 2 to 3 days a week, most of the people who can be recognized by the owner are behind the scenes of enterprises and institutions with considerable influence, or experts and scholars who are invited by the owner to seek advice. Those who are invited will also be accepted as their honor by the owner and the people who are also invited to come here. Of course, this reputation is only in a very small circle. Few people with unknown circumstances come to ask about it.

Zuo Lin made the concierge's old man quite curious.

"Then..." Zuo Lin took out the letter from his pocket, pointed to the address written in the line of pen, and asked, "Is this the previous address here?"

The old man in the concierge put on reading glasses hanging around his neck, leaned over to the letter and looked at it, saying, "Yes, this was called here before. Who are you looking for?"

"I don't know..." Zuo Lin said truthfully, "It's just that someone asked me to bring this letter here, saying that someone would know this thing."

In an instant, the old man in the doorman saw a strange symbol on the corner of the letter. This symbol was once shown to him when the owner of the place hired him to come here to watch the door. He had been here for almost 10 years, and he could no longer remember what the owner of the place asked him to do and how to deal with people who came with such symbols, but he knew that this young man with a not-stunning appearance must have some connection with the owner of this club.

He said carefully: "Young man, look, the owner here is not here now. Now the owner's friends are gathering here, and I'm afraid they don't know what's going on. Why don't you leave a phone number and wait for the owner to come and I'll ask him to find you?"

Zuo Lin sighed in his heart, but he originally came with a try. This situation cannot be considered unexpected. At least, it is good that it is not swept out directly.

Zuo Lin’s family has not installed a phone call yet. Although the phone is not a luxury for Zuo Lin’s current income, the villagers in the village are basically at a distance of communication. Parents who are far away from a foreign land are unlikely to call very frequently, so it is not necessary to make a phone call for decoration. Zuo Lin said embarrassedly: "Old man, do you have a pen? I'll write an address."

Then, Zuo Lin neatly wrote down his home address at the bottom of the letter. Then, he looked at the security guard who was already standing aside, holding the walkie-talkie, and was quite alert, and left embarrassedly.

Walking along Julu Road and walking back to Huaihai Road along Changshu Road, Zuo Lin saw the city gradually becoming prosperous at night. The shining neon lights of one bar after another and the various vehicles passing by really opened Zuo Lin's eyes and made Zuo Lin's heart gradually cold. This bustling Shanghai is not his hometown after all. The prosperity here is too incompatible with the simplicity of Zuo Lin's heart.

If there is no family bondage, Zuo Lin is likely to return to the mountains and forests with the simplest things. Maybe he will find a small mountain village and take root, slowly dissolve it there, making it his new hometown. However, this possibility is already very small. He has come to Shanghai and has seen what prosperity is. Zuo Lin, who has been working hard because of his grandfather's illness, is too far from such a simple life. Zuo Lin knows that after getting used to the convenience of a big city like Shanghai, he probably can't go back.

Although he did not live in the city, Zuo Lin could still easily buy all kinds of things that needed. From various materials and tools for fixing the greenhouse, pulleys for moving and fixing the ceiling, ropes and even special-shaped buckles, various tools for processing medicinal materials and making medicines, from the medicine bowl to the second-hand, no third-hand analysis balance. If necessary, Zuo Lin could even buy a complete set of equipment for cold-brewing Chinese medicine. The complete set of mysterious powers and skills left by the teacher in his hand was easily cultivated and developed in this case. Just like the life that Zuo Lin had won, making a living is just a very easy thing now.

Yes, this is the price that a big city, or living in a big city, must pay. When you get all kinds of conveniences, you will be worn away by the city and gradually lose some of your naive thoughts and abilities. I hope... I hope that this erosion can happen a little slower on you. Zuo Lin thought this way.

Sorrow is difficult to relieve for a person without any bad habits. Zuo Lin never ideally uses the burning of nicotine or the infiltration of alcohol to make himself think less or illusions. Thinking based on reality is the most important thing his teacher teaches him.

Zuo Lin crawled into the subway again, whistled back to People's Square, and then took a long-distance bus to get back home. It was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. He said hello to his grandfather, went back to the heating room and went to bed after checking it. He didn't know that after his swaying figure, every step of his footstep would cause some turbulence.

Yu Pingzhang, a senior adviser to the Shanghai Municipal Government, returned home with a tired body after the last meeting of the day. On his desk, he was piled up with letters, letters or express delivery as usual. As a senior agronomist, he undoubtedly had to keep in touch with a lot of institutions and individuals, and many friends of about the same age were still used to using letter writing to communicate. He was too tired and wanted to browse roughly while the letteree went to bed, but found that his proud student was written on the hard cardboard express bag.

The name of Lin Jinghua is a good student. Even though it is difficult to find a job after coming out of the Agricultural College in Shanghai, Lin Jinghua is different. He is an ordinary young man and naturally worrys about work and life, but he does not dislike his major and has good grades. Now, the job in the placement office is considered a professional match. Yu Pingchang opened the express bag and took out a thick stack of manuscripts that were obviously printed using the unit's printer... There is no need to guess this, not everyone can make a color laser printer at home.

"Multiple Plant Ecology in Microclimate Conditions"... The title of this thesis made Yu Pingchang's mouth curl up. There are probably very few students who can write papers to give guidance to their supervisors after graduation. And there are many photos in this thick stack of materials, and the pictures and exquisite layout can inspire people's hope of reading. Yu Pingchang did not hope to see anything in the article at the beginning, but his students had such enthusiasm for the major, which made him very happy. However, when the article described in detail the various contents of Zuo Lin's greenhouse and described how Zuo Lin adjusted the microclimate of the greenhouse through simple facilities.

When the variety of plants in the greenhouse, as well as a few lichens and mushrooms, Yu Pingzhang's expression gradually became serious... Curiosity, as a scholar's curiosity was completely mobilized. After the paper, Lin Jinghua briefly mentioned the trouble Zuo Lin encountered. After thinking about it, Yu Pingzhang picked up the phone and called the secretariat on duty 24 hours a day, saying: "Can you arrange a car for me tomorrow? I have something to do... Lao Fang, I don't know if this is a private matter, but when did you become so selfless? Haha"

On Julu Road, when a Bentley RV slowly slipped into the driveway of the address that Zuo Lin had just entered, the old man in the concierge stood respectfully. Usually, the owner of this place, Yan Beizhai, would not waste time at the door. But Yan Beizhai is an old man who is very graceful and respectful. Every time he comes here, no matter how hasty he is, he will nod to the old man in the concierge. This time, the old man in the concierge held the letter in his hand and raised it to Yan Beizhai.

"Stop", the night, the warm-toned lights, and the color mixed with the car window glass made the yellow letter paper so strange. But Yan Beizhai clearly saw the lines and the special symbols. He almost didn't have time to wait for the car to stop, and waited for the bodyguard to come down from the front door to open the door for him. He pushed the car door open, rushed to the old man in the gatehouse, and took the letter paper... It was indeed true.

"Old Han, where did this come from?" Yan Beizhai asked anxiously.

"It was just at night that a young man came with this. He didn't know who he was looking for, so he said someone asked him to take this over. I asked him to leave an address, No, look." Lao Han explained.

Yan Beizhai nodded, looked at the address, and then said to the secretary who was following him: "Go and check where is the address and who is using it." Then he ordered the security guard who stood beside him, "Take me to the monitoring room, I want to watch the video of the door for the past period."
Chapter completed!