Among them was a middle-aged man with a square face, who was none other than Specialist Cao, the man who had personally delivered the assessment documents to Chen Chuan. Stepping out of the train station, he looked at the snow covering the square outside and said, "I remember when I took the assessment, it was snowing then, too. Twenty years have flown by, but this place hasn't changed much."
The man beside him said, "Specialist, the place hasn't changed, but the people have."
"Yes." Specialist Cao's tone grew heavy. "The people are different." Just then, a line of cars drove out from the station behind them and pulled over to the side, but the men remained standing.
After a few minutes, a car approached from the main road. It entered the snow-white square and stopped a short distance away. The door opened, and Old Feng got out. He walked up to him, extended a hand for a handshake, and said with a smile, "Specialist. I've been awaiting your arrival."
