Hu Jihan realized too late that they had captured the wrong targets. These weren’t renegade mops trying to bring down the state- they were brooms, innocent brooms. With a sinking heart, he knew he was going to be quietly transfered to a rural outpost in Gansu province to live out his days, relieved of his black Audi and driver, stripped of his guanxi.

Gu Dengbo averted his eyes.