Dongjiang, Wanhua Street.
In the busiest midsection, shops were packed side by side, with a stream of people weaving through them like threads in fabric.
Today the sun shone brilliantly, and it coincided with a holiday.
A full three-day holiday was, without a doubt, a carnival for the children.
Even those who toiled thirteen or fourteen hours a day in their daily grind would take some time out of their work-centric lives to spend with their children, showing them the colorful world outside.
Even those in less affluent circumstances would dress their little treasures in their brightest and best clothes to visit the eateries and stores they wouldn't usually splurge on, treating them to a big meal and a few small toys.
However, these common joys had little to do with the Guanhai Building on the forty-eighth floor.
In front of the building's plaza, many vehicles were parked, but the wealthy guests who actually walked through the doors were few.