If East Sea is the financial hub of the country, then at its heart, indisputably, lies Lujiazui.
A deep black Maybach glided past the staggered array of grand skyscrapers before halting in front of a building that soared over thirty stories.
The driver got out and bent down to open the rear car door.
Meng Meiling stepped out, wearing sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose, making it hard to believe she was nearly fifty.
Golden Sea.
On the building's facade, two shimmering golden characters sparkled under the sunlight.
Looking up for a while, Meng Meiling adjusted her sunglasses and walked towards the building, her expression calm.
"Director Meng."
In front of the Golden Sea Building, there were three steps. Meng Meiling hadn't started ascending when a man in a suit and leather shoes approached briskly, almost jogging.
