“Once you were out of the car, you found him waiting for you at the gate, a very high honor. He clasped your hand warmly and led you into the drawing room.

“The décor would’ve given off a first impression of unassuming simplicity, but you’d be wrong there. That aged-looking mahogany furniture is worth millions. The one plain scroll painting hanging on the wall looks even older, and there’s insect damage if you look closely, but that’s Dangheqizi by the Ming Dynasty painter Wu Bin, bought at a Christie’s auction in Hong Kong for eight million HKD. And the cup of tea the Senior Official personally steeped for you? The leaves were ranked five stars at the International Tea Competition. It goes for nine hundred thousand yuan per half kilo.”

Song Cheng really could recall the tea Bai Bing spoke of. The liquid had sparkled the green of a jewel, a few delicate leaves drifting in its clarity like the languid notes from a mountain saint’s zither…. He even recalled how he’d felt: If only the outside world could be this lovely and pure. The tarp of apathy was torn from Song Cheng’s stifled thoughts, his blurred mind snapping back into focus. He stared at Bai Bing, eyes wide with shock.

How could he know all this? The whole affair had been dispatched to the deepest oubliettes, a secret among secrets. No more than four people in all the world knew, and that was counting himself.

“Who are you?!” He opened his mouth for the first time.

Bai Bing smiled. “I introduced myself earlier. I’m an ordinary person. But I’ll tell you straight off, not only do I know a lot, I know everything, or at least have the means to know everything. That’s why they want to get rid of me like they got rid of you.”

Bai Bing continued his account. “The Senior Official sat close, one hand on your shoulder. That benevolent gaze he turned on you would have moved anyone from the junior ranks. From what I know (and remember, I know everything), he’d never shown anyone else the same intimacy. He told you, Don’t worry, young man, we’re all comrades here. Whatever the matter, just speak honestly and trust that you’ll get honesty in return. We can always come to a solution … you have ideas, you’re capable, you have a sense of duty and a sense of mission. Those last two in particular are as precious as an oasis in a desert among young cadres nowadays. This is why I think so highly of you. In you, I see the reflection of what I was once like.