He made it to Rhode Island Hotel at 9:58am.
Two minutes to spare.
He pulled into the hotel's guest parking, killed the engine, took one breath, and got out.
The Rhode Island Hotel was exactly the kind of place that did not need to try.
Grand without being loud, the sort of establishment where the carpet alone cost more than most people's monthly salary.
Celebrities passed through its revolving doors like it was a second home because for many of them it was.
Guiying adjusted his vest, checked that the wig was sitting properly, and walked in.
The TongShu team was already at the reserved table when he arrived, three of them, two designers and a representative who had the eager brightness of someone meeting a person they considered important for the first time.
They stood when he approached.
"Mr. Tang! We're so glad you could make it."
