Where there are interests.
Merchants will go.
Jiao Han also admitted she was a merchant, whose mind was occupied daily with considerations of investment and return, profit and scale. She wasn't actually interested in money; what intrigued her was the process of making it.
The people she met.
The objects she saw.
The events she encountered.
These were far more meaningful than those cold numbers.
"Thump, thump, thump~~"
At this moment,
the door of the hotel room sounded.
Turning her head,
through the screen on the wall,
Jiao Han saw the face of her female assistant.
This was one of the surprises the hotel had in store for her—each room had a surveillance camera installed near the door, so when someone knocked outside, the TV screen inside would automatically switch to the camera feed.
It wasn't exactly state-of-the-art technology,
but it was quite creative.
Upon opening the door,
she saw a happy smile on her assistant's face.
