Mutton Lane, Xisi area.
There was a white iron arch with the words [Geological Display Hall of Jewelry Street] carved on it in red at the entrance to the street.
The words were written haphazardly, and they were not eye-catching as the calligrapher did not inscribe his or her name.
The pedestrians paid no attention at all to the iron arch as they walked past it, just like what they had done for many years, and they would continue doing the same thing for the coming years. There was no need for them to pay particular attention to this kind of thing.
Academician Du excitedly opened the back door of the Rolls Royce and gazed profoundly at the street.
This place harbored his hopes and dreams when it came to China as a brand new country, and he had spent his youth—almost half a century—on nurturing the mining industry of China. He was young and confident when he started his journey, and he had weathered through plenty of obstacles as well as enjoyed his fair share of success.
