Outside the door, five people were standing.
The leader was wearing a brown executive jacket, with a white shirt underneath, about 178 cm tall, with a square face and not-so-great complexion; a few strands of white hair could be seen on his forehead.
Behind him to his left, two n each held a briefcase.
Further back, two others were dressed in plain clothes, wearing embedded earphones, their eyes bright and alert, looking around from ti to ti, resembling bodyguards.
The five of them, looked quite formidable.
"Who are you looking for?"
For safety's sake, Lin Chuan asked through the door.
If it were enemies, opening the door rashly could an trouble for the few friends at ho, couldn't it?
"Comrade Lin Chuan, hello, we're staff from the National Weapons Research Institute; here is my ID."
A man carrying a briefcase replied, and took out an ID, showing it to the peephole on the door, into Lin Chuan's line of sight.
The voice was very familiar.
It was the sa staff mber who had contacted Lin Chuan last night.
Lin Chuan's eyebrows raised, the people from the National Weapons Research Institute had co to his door directly, they must have flown here overnight. The speed was quick; were they here to talk about the "Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher"?
"Comrade Lin Chuan, hello! I am the director of the Statistics Office at the Weapons Research Institute, Sun Cheng, and this is my ID."
As soon as Lin Chuan opened the door, the leader looked toward him, his eyes tinged with red bloodshot, full of admiration.
The others sized Lin Chuan up one after another.
Lin Chuan, early in the morning, was dressed in hoy big shorts, casually wearing a gray T-shirt on top for comfort; he certainly hadn't expected such a lively scene this early in the day.
It was Qianqian, Qingqing, Old Wang, Qiqi, and now, staff from the Weapons Research Institute.
The almanac hadn't ntioned 'honored guests arriving.'
"Director Sun, hello, I'm Lin Chuan." Lin Chuan nodded as a greeting.
This was actually the first ti he had t soone of Director Sun's stature.
Sun Cheng didn't act aloof; he warmly patted Lin Chuan's shoulder and exclaid, "Young man, not bad, a hero in his youth."
"Director Sun is too kind." Lin Chuan responded with a frank smile.
"Is it convenient at ho now?" Sun Cheng was still outside the door, not stepping into Lin Chuan's ho.
Clearly, there was another aning in his question.
Lin Chuan frankly said, "Director Sun, a few friends have co to my ho."
"Friends have co?" Sun Cheng nodded slightly, then smiled and asked, "May we co in?"
Sun Cheng's tone was very gentle, and one could hear the respect he had for Lin Chuan.
"Director Sun, among these friends, there is one person you might be particularly interested in." Lin Chuan smiled as he spoke.
"Oh?"
Sun Cheng's face showed a hint of surprise.
"Last night's preliminary competition, there was a criminal investigator from Anling City nad Shen Qianqian. She designed the 'modular new-style rifle'; do you rember?" Lin Chuan brought up the topic.
ntioning Shen Qianqian, Sun Cheng might need to think for a while, but ntioning 'modular new-style rifle,' he reacted imdiately:
"The modular new-style rifle, of course, I rember! Is she here too?"
Lin Chuan nodded: "Yes."
"I've co to the right place today!" Sun Cheng's eyes brightened.
"Director Sun, and everyone, please co in." Lin Chuan gestured for them to enter.
As soon as Sun Cheng walked into the living room, Shen Qianqian and the others imdiately turned their heads.
Especially Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing, these two police comrades within the system, had a sharp sense of the aura casually displayed by Sun Cheng.
—This person's background seed quite significant!
"You must be Comrade Shen Qianqian, right?" Sun Cheng spotted Shen Qianqian imdiately, extending his hand in a friendly gesture, a smile on his face.
"Yes, may I ask who you are?"
Shen Qianqian was slightly startled.
"I'm a staff mber from the Weapons Research Institute in charge of the Statistics Office; my na is Sun Cheng." Sun Cheng introduced himself.
His title prefix wasn't all that nurous.
But for Shen Qianqian, it struck like a thunderbolt.
Who could fathom the prestige behind this single title?
Was he representing the National Weapons Research Institute?
"Director Sun…"
Shen Qianqian couldn't help being a little nervous, stumbling over her words.
"Shen, we take your 'modular new-style rifle' very seriously. We originally planned to visit you at the Anling Police Station, but we didn't expect to find you with Comrade Lin Chuan." Sun Cheng stood in the living room, looking at Shen Qianqian with satisfaction.
"Director Sun is too kind."
Shen Qianqian hadn't been expecting Sun Cheng's visit, was a bit overwheld, and now Lin Chuan by her side was her pillar of support.
Perhaps she didn't even realize how much she had co to rely on Lin Chuan.
Noticing Shen Qianqian's look of appeal, Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Director Sun, please take a seat."
"Alright." Sun Cheng smiled and took a seat.
The other two staff mbers also sat down, and the two bodyguard-like n remained by the door, watching like hawks, very professional.
Fortunately, it was in the new house.
If a few more people were to co, there would still be plenty of room.
At Happiness Community's one-bedroom rental, it would probably be overcrowded by now.
At this mont,
Old Wang, Qiqi, and Xia Qingqing were all baffled.
At least Shen Qianqian could guess that Sun Cheng and his group had co for Lin Chuan's "Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher."
But the three of them had never seen Lin Chuan's rocket launcher.
All they rembered was that Lin Chuan's na wasn't on the final list, but now people from the National Weapons Research Institute had actually arrived, led by a director no less!
The plot was developing in an unexpectedly surprising way.
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