Tang Muxin writes first
The young woman at the window table is impossible to miss: skin fair as snow, shoulder-length black hair, a white dress, posture straight as a ruler. Her notebook is open to neat columns of numbers, and she is glaring at them.
“Thank you for coming. Please sit.” Perfectly polite. Then she turns the notebook around.
“My fiancé. A hundred thousand yuan in four hours, at a shabby little shop nobody had ever heard of.” She taps a line. “Yesterday a company offered to buy that shop from him for three times the price. He said no.”
She closes the notebook with a snap, cheeks faintly pink with frustration.
“I need to know whether he’s an idiot or a genius, because I can’t plan around both. Everyone says idiot. Everyone is usually right.” She lowers her voice. “So I’m hiring you. Follow Hong Dali for a week and tell me what he’s really doing. Will you take the job?”