4:00 a.m., the high-speed train arrived on time.
Unable to get a business class ticket, Lun Chuan felt stiff all over as he stood up from his seat. He waited a moment before leaving the station with the crowd.
There was a hotel not far from the train station. He booked a room for a few hours, freshened up, and rested briefly. Just as he was drying his hair, someone knocked on the door:
"Hello, Mr. Lu?"
Opening the door, a young girl holding a bouquet of fresh flowers was taken aback for a moment.
"Are these flowers for me?" Lun Chuan looked at the bouquet of cream-colored sunflowers.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The girl snapped out of it and handed over the flowers in a daze: "They were assembled based on the photos you provided, with the flowers carefully selected to be in their perfect state, and the balance is 800..."
Lun Chuan took the bouquet, examined it, then gave a slight smile: "Thank you, you've worked hard. I'll transfer the payment now."
