Wang Chengli opened the door for him.
Guiying stepped out, looked up at the building one more time, and followed Wang Chengli inside.
The lobby was all glass and polished floors, a reception desk staffed by two people who looked up when they entered and then looked again when Wang Chengli approached. Whatever he said to them was brief and quiet. One of them picked up a phone immediately.
Guiying stood slightly to the side and waited, and thought about how he was going to ask Liu Liuxian for five million yuan over lunch.
He was going to have to be creative about this.
Wang Chengli led him through the lobby, into the elevator, and up to the thirty second floor without a word. The doors opened onto a corridor that was quieter than the lobby below, the particular quiet of a floor where people worked with focused efficiency and did not raise their voices.
He stopped in front of a set of large double doors at the end of the corridor.
