Yulong villa, a suburb of Beijing.

around two o'clock in the morning, most people in the eastern hemisphere have gone to sleep, but there are bright lights and a long line of cars on the side of the road.

there are at least two people standing in front of each car, four more.

these people either smoke or look up at the gate of the villa, but no one speaks. Their faces are solemn. They want to go to the villa, but they are not qualified.

but even the last person, if he goes to a prefecture level city, needs to be received by the first person in person. Now...