The paper was a list I had made.
The top part displayed an address where Lin Zefeng was to stop for ten minutes every day at 8:30 AM. The place was not far from his daily route to work; he could simply turn down a small road where he could park. As long as he drove the same car and waited for ten minutes, someone would deliver breakfast and a hot drink to him. I had already paid and provided the breakfast vendor with his license plate number.
The middle section contained a menu for the seven days' worth of lunch takeouts I had ordered for him. He would just need to give it to his secretary, who would handle receiving the meals every day.
