The car turned onto a quieter road lined with high-walled residences. The greenery was better here, clean hedges and well-trimmed camphor trees shading the sidewalks.
It wasn't long before they stopped in front of a tall iron gate with golden accents.
A uniformed guard stepped forward, exchanged a nod with Jin Zhaosheng, and waved them in. The gate opened smoothly, and the car slipped inside.
The house itself — no, the mansion — was a stately three-story home with tall windows and clean stone pillars.
Several workers were moving around outside, arranging potted plants and setting up tables under the shade of large umbrellas.
It looked more like a state banquet than a private get together.
As they stepped out of the car, a woman approached briskly from the entrance. Her cheongsam was pale blue silk, fitted with sharp tailoring and capped sleeves that showed the slight strength in her arms.
