Weng completed the journey to Ningbo in one very long day,

stopping only for fuel, spicy noodles, and coffee-flavored tea.

At the first gas station, a team of workers swarmed around him.

Weng nodded politely, then went to find the toilet.

An old blind man was outside cleaning his shoes with a tissue.

The old man said he was waiting for his son.

Weng arrived in Ningbo around midnight and checked into

a hotel Mr. Yi had told him about with glass walls

and a dozen different escalators going in opposite directions

with no passengers.