The tall and imposing security guard strode toward Jiang Feng.
As it was late summer transitioning to early autumn, the weather had turned a bit chilly. The security guard wore a black overcoat, giving him the vibe of a "personal bodyguard."
Jiang Feng thought the security guard had come to exchange pleasantries.
The security guard extended his hand, gesturing for Jiang Feng to move back, and said, "Sir, back up. You can't set up a stall here."
Hearing this, Jiang Feng rolled down the car window and replied, "I'm a homeowner here, Villa No. 8. I'm going home."
This security guard was named Zhao Erhu and had just started his shift.
In Longxi Elegant Garden, security guards worked two-hour shifts and rotated frequently. The previous guard had already gone off duty to rest.
Hearing Jiang Feng's words, Zhao Erhu raised an eyebrow. He didn't entirely doubt him, but looking at the food truck, it struck him as preposterous.
