Provincial capital.
Changyang City.
The broad roads and the annoying noise of tires, from East Market to West Market, from South Foothills to North Source, there wasn't a quiet place anywhere.
The blue of the sky and the white of the clouds were still acceptable, but the grey of the ground and the white of the walls always felt tainted.
The pedestrians on the street came in all shapes and colors, but apart from the beauties showing off their long, white legs, the rest of the men and women, old and young, all seemed to exude a labor-class weariness.
Shuitian Bar Street.
"If you think of anything else, just give me a call," Wei Zhenguo closed his notebook and stood up expressionlessly.
"Got it." The young man opposite him crossed his legs and called out, "No need to see me out."
Wei Zhenguo chuckled, stepped out of the dim room, took a couple of deep breaths and unconsciously lit up a cigarette.
