A black sedan cruised down Yangguan Avenue at a leisurely pace.
Inside, a man in his fifties with a black jacket and graying temples sat back comfortably, one leg crossed over the other. One hand rested on the car door and the other on his knee, his fingers tapping a light rhythm.
The driver, a man in his mid-thirties wearing a well-tailored black suit, was the picture of vigor.
"Tang Ke, come have some fun with me later. It's so boring just staying in the car," the middle-aged man, Director Zhao, said nonchalantly, gazing contentedly out the window.
A touch of glee appeared on the face of the young chauffeur, Tang Ke. He smiled and replied, "Of course, Director. That Qin Corporation was never very large to begin with. After three months of this 'rectification,' they'll probably go bankrupt."
