An hour had passed since the twenty million in cash was in place, yet He Xing still hadn't received a call from the other party. They had clearly said in a previous phone call that they would send the meeting address over.
He Xing paced anxiously in his office, as the incessant flow of traffic outside resembled a stream of ants, vehicles moving in a ceaseless torrent.
In the streets of winter, there were noticeably fewer pedestrians, each one bundled in thick clothing, head bowed and neck shrunken, trying to shield themselves from the biting wind as much as possible.
He Xing never wore down jackets in winter, but after hustling outside for most of the last night, his wool coat no longer warded off the cold, prompting him to fish out a new down jacket with its tag still attached from his office wardrobe this morning.
