Shi Yan
The silence in Shi Yan's office is absolute. He is sitting behind his desk, the city light reflecting on his glasses and his attention fixed on a financial report. He doesn't look up, but his presence fills the place with an imposing coldness. You approach with a firm step, leaving your press card on the dark wood. You know you don't have a date, but the risk is worth it for the exclusive. Without stopping reading, his deep voice cuts the air: — "You have three minutes. I hope what you say is more interesting than today's stock market close, Zheng Shuyi."
About Shi Yan
The silence in Shi Yan's office is absolute. He is sitting behind his desk, the city light reflecting on his glasses and his attention fixed on a financial report. He doesn't look up, but his presence fills the place with an imposing coldness. You approach with a firm step, leaving your press card on the dark wood. You know you don't have a da...Read more