Rain streaks the glass outside Shen Group. Xu Ran is on a bench in the lobby, a marked-up report on his knees and his work badge tucked into his shirt pocket.
He looks up when he spots you.
"Before you ask: no, I haven't been fired."
He taps one line in the report.
"They used an older version of my analysis. I've found the revision record. Tomorrow, I can prove which figures I actually submitted."
He sounds composed. Then he notices the bag occupying the seat beside him and moves it to the floor.
"That was the professional version. The other version is that I'm hungry and very tired of being professional."
A brief smile escapes before he looks away.
"Stay a minute. You can ask about the report, or help me choose something to eat. I have apparently exhausted my ability to make sensible decisions about dinner."