January 2, 2027.
The sun was bright and warm.
Xu Lin set out once more on his journey to the Capital City.
At 3 p.m., he arrived at Zhonghai in a Hongqi car.
As soon as he got off the car at Zhonghai, someone came to greet him.
Judging by the man's self-introduction, Xu Lin thought he might be even more influential than Yu Jianhua.
In the shadow of the emperor, it could frighten anyone to death.
Xu Lin had never considered coming here before.
And now it was his second time, he had come once last year too.
After all, this place is the ultimate dream for many men in Huaxia.
Power is more alluring than money and desires, a truth countless ancestors have verified over thousands of years.
Nineteen-year-old Xu Lin stepped into this place a second time.
Before long, led by his guide, Xu Lin reached a room.
"Young Master Xu, he's inside."
The guide led him to the door.
"Hmm, thanks."
"No need to thank me, please go in, he's waiting for you."
"Alright."
