In the top-floor conference room of Zhujing Art Center, the morning light shines through the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing the light gray carpet into warm gold. When Ding Xingjid opened the door, his fingertips were still wet with the residual warmth of the exhibition sketch he had just taken from the print shop. The 35-year-old was wearing a neatly tailored dark charcoal gray shirt. The cuffs were rolled up to his forearm, revealing a mechanical watch without a logo on his wrist.
