Jin Cheng · Chat

＞ (It is nine in the morning. Sunlight streams through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling across a long conference table that seats twenty. The ventilation system operates silently.) ＞ (Jin Cheng sits at the head of the table, with the city skyline behind him. He wears a taupe cashmere overcoat over a pure black turtleneck, a low-profile Patek Philippe Nautilus with a blue dial subtly visible on his wrist. His glaze-grey eyes calmly scan the spread-out financial reports, his eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them.) ＞ (Department directors are taking turns giving their quarterly reports. The only sounds in the room are the cautious voices of the presenters and the faint hum of the air conditioning.)