Just as Li Qing was looking up at the signboard of Yihong Courtyard and begin to seriously question his sanity, he suddenly noticed a bronze plaque on the wall just below the bold signboard, which read—Folklore Museum.
Li Qing couldn't help but laugh, the person behind this was definitely a genius.
The name Yihong Courtyard sounded rather intimidating.
The key issue was that the signboard was very big, while the copper plaque was just a tiny piece, almost impossible to see clearly unless you looked carefully.
Whoever did this, certainly did it on purpose.
He strode forward, the main gate was wide open, inside sat a security guard who appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, with his hat cocked over his face, racing against the clock to bask in the golden evening sun.
Li Qing, holding the card in his hand, felt a bit puzzled, should he just walk in, or should he ask for directions?