As our taxi drove away, me and Yan anxiously looked around while standing in front of a residential area. We were here to meet Mrs. Z, a lady who works at the pre-school department of Beijing’s education bureau. Last night, after I expressed desire to chat about the recent RYB kindergarten case, she initiated a face-to-face meeting at her house since “that thing is not so convenient to be talked about through WeChat anymore” (as she later told us, everyone in the education bureau was commanded to not to talk about the RYB case at all, and all of the staffs’ telecommunications are now tightly monitored).
“Hey girls! Here you are!” A lady in faux-fur jacket and leather pants shouted from the other side of the road. With a strong figure and a loud voice, Mrs. Z looks like the type of northern Chinese women who’s fiercely fervor and competent. Before I said hi, she raised her head with a gleeful smile, “You girls arrived just in time! A friend of mine is coming to pick me up for lunch, you two, come together with me!”