Jiangdong CBD, Jinlu Group Building.
The glass curtain wall of the exterior gleams brilliantly in the sunlight, showcasing the unique majesty of this commercial landmark.
Inside the building, within the president's office located on the top floor.
Lu Yongquan stands by the window in a sharply tailored suit, his posture upright.
His hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, he overlooks the city under the setting sun.
The streets below have already entered the peak of the evening rush, with vehicles surging like a relentless tide.
His gaze is stern, his brow occasionally furrowing slightly, betraying the gravity within.
Suddenly, a "ding" sound rings in the tranquil air.
A clear electronic tone enters his ears.
Lu Yongquan immediately turns slightly, alert, looking in that direction.
He sees behind him, a shelf filled with precious porcelain antiques, usually used for decoration, slowly splitting in the middle, revealing a hidden dark door.
