Wang Xiaoliang drove, with Wei Zijin in the passenger seat. The car turned into an old industrial district. According to the navigation, Xiao Mo's media company was just ahead. This was nothing like the upscale place Wang Xiaoliang had imagined. It even looked rather rundown.
Wang Xiaoliang mulled it over. Xiao Mo was an interesting man. Anyone who set up a company somewhere like this was either genuinely short of money or unconcerned with appearances and confident in his own strength. He leaned toward the latter.
The car stopped outside an unremarkable little building with peeling exterior walls. Inside, however, the decor was fairly refined. As soon as the elevator doors opened, the mingled smells of coffee and instant noodles hit them. Wang Xiaoliang spotted Xiao Mo the moment he stepped out. He leaned on a crutch, one leg held straight, his back as upright as a spear. His bearing was less that of a disabled man than a swordsman ready to draw at any moment. He wore a thoroughly sincere smile.
At the sight of Wei Zijin and Wang Xiaoliang, Xiao Mo's smile grew wider.
"Xiaoliang, my friend, we meet again!" He extended his hand enthusiastically. "That bare-handed disarm at the wedding was so fucking cool! Reminded me of myself back in the day!"
Wang Xiaoliang stepped forward and shook Xiao Mo's hand. His palm was a little damp, with calluses worn into it from years of gripping something. Xiao Mo had a very strong grip.
"You're too kind, Brother Xiao," he replied politely.
"Come on, this way!" Xiao Mo dispensed with further pleasantries and stepped aside to show them in. Wang Xiaoliang and Wei Zijin followed him inside. The corridor was rather long, with livestreaming rooms on either side. Some doors stood open, lights flickering and streamers' voices