Beijing Capital International Airport's private terminal was a different world from the main building.
No queues, no crowds, no announcements overhead.
Just a clean, quiet space where the staff moved efficiently and nobody looked twice at anyone.
Zhang Wei handled the documentation at the counter while Liuxian stood beside Guiying with his hands in his pockets.
Guiying had his sunglasses on and his canvas tote over one shoulder and was looking around the terminal with the focused interest of someone cataloguing everything.
When the formalities were done Zhang Wei led them out across the tarmac.
Guiying saw the jet and stopped walking.
It was a Gulfstream, white with a dark stripe along the body, sitting on the tarmac with the quiet confidence of something that had never needed to explain itself.
He looked at it for a moment. Then he pulled out his phone.
