An hour later, at five past three.
A few people met downstairs and set off towards 200 West Street in the southern part of Manhattan.
Goldman Sachs was only three hundred meters in a straight line from Wall Street, adjacent to the Hudson River, covering an area of 11,000 square meters, and stood 44 stories tall.
Today being Wednesday, a workday, the building was bustling with people coming and going, and Wilson sat in the lobby's rest area, fiddling with a lighter.
Suddenly, the assistant's phone rang. Wilson turned his head back and upon seeing a familiar face, his expression immediately brightened into a broad smile.
He hurried forward, opened his arms wide, and gave Lu Liang a heavy hug: "Lu Liang, I've missed you so much."
"Kamon, is that the only sentence you know?" Lu Liang, trying hard to endure his discomfort, quickly let go after the embrace.
