The air conditioner in the Yixing conference room whined. Haitang tapped her fingertips on the table and said that the old man told her to take the right path. I was squatting in the last seat and just as I was clearing up my memory of being an undercover agent, she called me by name and asked her for advice. She casually said something about making a movie, and the whole room burst into laughter. She stopped with her fingertips and asked if she had any specific ideas. I swallowed and clenched my sleeves - the hands I used to edit PPT in my previous life were still hot. The neon lights outside the window were flashing.
