Sitting until six o’clock in the afternoon, a middle-aged man came up to me. Is it Mr. Jiang Yule?
I looked up at him as a straight western man with white gloves in his hands. I nodded yes. He said I’m a driver. Come with me. I’ll take you to another place. People are waiting for you. I got up and walked with him. There was a Ssangyong parked at the door. He helped …