After dinner at the restaurant, the extended Pullman continued to its next destination.
The meeting with Director Wei was scheduled for eight o'clock on the 7th floor of Guomao Tower, in an elegantly appointed VIP private room.
Tea was already prepared on the rosewood table, and the two calmly communicated about business, discussing obstacles in future cooperation and current priorities, including the slow progress in obtaining three types of qualifications.
A few meters to the left, a screen served as a partition, and the inner room was filled with the lingering scent of agarwood, from where the silhouettes of two people sitting quietly in front of a desk could subtly be seen through the retro carved gaps.
Initially unnoticed, it wasn't until the conversation was nearing its end and Director Wei put down his teacup and prepared to leave, that in the moment he stood up, a peripheral glance unintentionally caught a glimpse of distinguished white.
