Over twenty minutes later, the SUV stopped in front of a large building. After getting out, the three of them followed He Chengwei into an elevator and up to the eighth floor. They turned left upon exiting, and after just a few steps, they saw a large door with a sign hanging beside it: Jing City Acupuncture Association.
Pushing the door open, they found the room was already crowded with people.
"Old He, you're here." A slightly heavyset man of about fifty hurried over, pulling He Chengwei further inside.
He Chengwei gestured for Zhao Yuan and Yu Ke to follow him further in, asking at the same time, "Chairman Cui, what's the situation?"
"What else could it be? We're going to lose face this time no matter what, win or lose. It's just a question of how much."
Chairman Cui wore a pained expression, shaking his head and sighing nonstop.
