Yunding Villa is located halfway up the mountain.
The black wrought iron gate is three meters high.
Four heavily armed security personnel stood on either side.
Ye Chen was wearing coarse linen clothes that had been washed white, and his trouser legs were rolled up to his knees.
He was holding an old bamboo basket in his hand.
The bamboo basket contained a few white radishes that had just been pulled out of the ground, with a few yellow leaves hanging on the edges.
He stopped in front of the gate.
"What are you doing? If you want food, go to the back mountain. This is the Ye family's private residence."
The security guard on the left pulled out his baton and pointed it at Ye Chen's nose.
Ye Chen did not retreat.
"I'm looking for Ye Jianguo."
The security guard was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Ye Jianguo? Mr. Ye was also called by your name? Gungun, don't dirty the carpet here."
