Red

The woman in the red skirt retracted her gaze and looked at Zhang Heng. "Have you found the person you were looking for?"

Zhang Heng did not answer, asking instead, "What about you? Have you met the person you've been waiting for?"

In the end, it was the red skirt woman who surrendered first. She gave up going around in circles and went straight to the point. 

"So you are the courier?"

Zhang Heng nodded. 

"Are you the one supposed to trade with me?"

"Yes. You can call me Red," replied the woman in the red skirt. Afterward, she seemed to know what Zhang Heng was thinking. So, she added, "I am not a seller. Just like you, I'm just a courier."

"Simon." Zhang Heng stretched out his hand and shook Red's hand. Red wasted no time and cut to the chase.

"Did you bring the payment, Simon?" 

"I brought it, but I don't see you carrying anything," Zhang Heng said.