Beijing, the general manager's office of Juxing Company.
The luxuriously decorated room was thick with smoke and smelled heavily of stale tobacco. Jin Hongwei sat on the edge of his expansive desk, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at the telephone sitting on the surface as if something terrifying might leap out of it.
The ashtray beside the phone was crammed with cigarette butts, and two crushed cigarette packs lay discarded on the side, looking pitifully battered.
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