Chapter 20: Demo Day

The crew door had two guards, and one of them was holding a printout of Tang Yu's face.

She stood in the loading lane behind the conference hall at eight-fifty, with a lanyard in her pocket and her stomach in her throat.

"Plan B," Mei muttered, beside her, in the leather jacket.

"We don't have a plan B."

"We have Jiang Lü."

Jiang Lü came around the corner with a bamboo steamer the size of a hatbox in both arms.

She wore her green robes, and she had braided her hair as she had learned from a video.

She walked straight to the guards and bowed.

"Good morning," she said. "I have brought breakfast for the people who work here."

"We can't..." said the first guard.

"It is pork. Forty. I made them at four."

The second guard looked at the steamer.

The smell had already reached him.

"Is she on the list?" he asked.

"I am the author of the matcher," Jiang Lü said.

It was entirely true, and she said it without blinking.

The guard looked at his printout of Tang Yu, then at the robed woman holding forty buns, and gave up.

"Go through," he said, and took the lid off.

Tang Yu walked past them with her head down, hidden behind a rolling cable case, and Mei held the door.

"I'm never going to be that good at anything," Mei whispered.

"She's a fox."

"I know. It's an unfair advantage."

The hall was long and cold and full of chairs.

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