After a superb lunch.
At three in the afternoon.
Su Rui and his subordinates, carrying the relevant documents, headed out.
Asking in the lobby.
He found out the location of the Myanmar Bank Headquarters, just two streets away from here, a mere two turns once outside the door, so close that Su Rui did not plan to take a car, as there was no rush.
Su Rui had already booked a 3:50 PM service online.
And leaving early was his habit.
Walking on the street.
The wide road was lined with towering trees.
Each one, he estimated, had decades of growth, and under their canopy, leisurely and bustling pedestrians walked, sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, leaving speckles of light; because the air was humid, it also felt a bit hot outside.
By the side of the street.
Elegantly decorated specialty shops stood in a row.
Many of them were evidently run by Chinese people.
Snack shops.
Stir-fry shops.
Specialty stores.
Accessory stores.
...
It was dazzling to them.