On June 7th, Chen Chuan received a notice from the Processing Bureau at six in the morning. He put on the Bureau-issued uniform, finished getting ready, and left the Profound Palace Building.
At six-thirty, an armed patrol car from the Processing Bureau pulled up and stopped a short distance in front of him. After the door slid open, someone inside gestured for him to get in.
After Chen Chuan got in, he glanced around. Besides the driver up front, a logistics staff member in an auxiliary uniform sat in the passenger seat. Both of them nodded at him but didn't say a word.
In the spacious rear compartment sat a single young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, also wearing a Processing Bureau uniform. This person had a sharp gaze. He glanced at Chen Chuan and spoke first. "Sun Rao."
Chen Chuan nodded. "Chen Chuan."
