Finally a man in a black business suit emerges, preceded and pursued by 
bodyguards. He looks angrier than Zhang, thinking that he must be the victim of 
some unforgivable practical joke. This is a merchant among merchants: the 
fourteenth richest man in the world, the third richest in China. He owns most 
of the real estate within half an hour's drive of this hotel. He does not break 
his stride as he steps into the drive and recognizes Zhang; he walks straight 
up to him and asks him what he wants, why the old man has bothered
to come down from Beijing and interfere with his business on his foolish 
bicycle ride.