"Jiang Er, we haven't hung out in forever. I even made a special trip to your office to get you, so at least crack a smile! When Brother Cong and the guys get here, they're going to think I'm the one who pissed you off!"
"Get off me and talk properly! Stop clinging to my arm like a girl."
On a bustling street in Beijing, outside a members-only bar, two young men got out of a car, laughing and joking. The one in the lead casually tossed the car keys to the valet who came to greet them.
The valet took the keys with a bright smile, greeted the pair, and went to park the car.
Just as Jiang Sheng was about to lead his friend inside, he saw someone in a baseball cap at the bottom of the steps. The person was carefully cradling a camera and waving at them, shouting, "President Jiang! President Jiang!"
Jiang Sheng didn't recognize the man and was about to ask why he was shouting, but then he spotted a familiar car pull up. The moment it stopped, four people got out.
