The autonomous prefecture's free trade zone in Shancheng, under the cloak of night at the Prospectors' Hotel.
A man with a Fu Manchu mustache, dressed like a wealthy merchant, stepped down from his carriage and was immediately approached by a waiter, "Do you have a reservation, sir?"
"The seventh private room on the third floor," the merchant replied with a steady voice, casually tipping the waiter before handing over his briefcase.
"Right this way, please," the waiter said respectfully, gesturing with an open hand before leading the way.
As they reached the door of the private room, the waiter knocked before pulling the door open for the guest. Seven people were already seated around the long table, with just the head seat left vacant.
The merchant retrieved his briefcase, entered the private room, and the host, who had been seated at the other end of the table, immediately stood up to greet him, "Ah, Mr. Delun, we were just waiting for you!"
