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The place where Professor Cao invited Sun Hang for a meal was neither one of those high-end hotels in Chunming City where a table easily cost tens of thousands, nor the reputed centuries-old famous restaurants, but a no-name dive in an alley in the old town of Chunming City.
Sun Hang spent quite some time just trying to find this place, and it was only when two minutes were left to the scheduled time that he found the grimy iron door wedged between a barbershop and a wreath shop, blackened by cooking fumes.
"No. 57 Liuming Lane… this should be it." Sun Hang glanced at the barbershop with the number 56 plaque next to it and the wreath shop with number 58, then took another glance at the nameless little workshop across the street. Only then did he confirm that the rusted and greasy iron door in front of him was indeed the Number 57 that Professor Cao had mentioned.
