After leaving, Chen Jiang stood before his car door and smoked for a long time. From time to time, he looked toward the pinnacle of this institution of power, as if, hidden from view, dark clouds were already gathering overhead.
"Minister Chen, it's about to rain," the driver reminded him in a low voice.
Stubbing out his cigarette, as if having reached a firm resolution, Chen Jiang replied, "Let's go. Straight to Lujiang."
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