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After bidding Sanchi farewell and returning to the hotel, Gao Guang reflected on what he had gained that day.
He had met Salah, met Sanchi, witnessed a terrorist attack in Baghdad, and even unexpectedly learned that even Ali, the driver, was a figure with quite the background.
Indeed, in every trade there's a master, and every leading figure in their field must have something extraordinary about them.
The day's events had been somewhat fantastical; since Moussa's realization, there had been a constant stream of major and minor incidents, and Gao Guang had certainly broadened his horizons.
But what struck Gao Guang the most was that Baghdad was like this—with the rich leading a life more luxurious than imagined, but for the ordinary people, even a safe life was a luxury.
Not long after returning to the hotel, Moussa once again came to Gao Guang's room.
"I can't thank you enough for today."