"Xiuran, the province is pressing hard on the Linjiang Bridge project. Just take a look at the final report and sign it if you have no problem."
Wang Changlin, Director of the Investment Department, handed over a Parker pen. The conference room was fully heated, the curtains were drawn tightly, and the fluorescent tubes were buzzing.
Sitting next to him was Zhao Jinbiao, chairman of Hongtai Road and Bridge Group. A piece of jade bracelet was exposed from the cuff of his suit. His fingers inadvertently pushed a CCB black card under the document.
Lin Xiuran opened his eyes suddenly.
Cold sweat soaked my back, and my shirt stuck to my spine, feeling wet and cold.
He turned over his hands - there were no calluses, no signs of chipped nails, they were not the same hands that had been clenched in prison for three years.
He's not dead.
None of it happened.
