Shanghai, autumn 1926.
The wind off the Huangpu River carried a briny stench as it swept past the foreign-style buildings lining the Bund and blew into a somewhat rundown factory district.
Rongchang Cotton Mill.
Chen Yu stood beneath a plane tree across the street, lightly rubbing the cold brass pocket watch in his arms with his fingertips.
It was already the third day.
The shrill sound of an argument still carried clearly through the glass window of the factory manager's office.
