The New, New York Harbor

Tina quickly passed by while the weather was gradually turning warm. Zhang Lisheng wore a gray unlined top while standing on a thick cement base that was covering the saline-alkali ground under the warm sunlight. He was listening to a white architect with a big nose that wore a hardhat as he held a one-meter wide blueprint. "Mr. Lisheng, thank… thank you once again for this opportunity. This slaughterhouse will be the best work of my life. When it's done, it'll change the trend of the entire American livestock industry. Imagine this, the barren land before us will soon have an intensive slaughterhouse that challenges the old traditions. By then, those people who are high and mighty who... who look down on us architects…"