Zhong Guan Cun used to be gritty. It isn’t clear just what it is now. Will people bemoan the passing of gritty
Zhong Guan Cun the way they do the Bowery of old? “It’s not authentic like it
used to be. These malls aren’t like the
old ones.” Certainly, it still isn’t
particularly attractive. Clearly it has
many, many new glass towers and some of which are smart and many of which are
emblematic of the old, electronic warehouse feel of the place.
I’m here to meet an iconic
company. They aren’t usually associated
with the capital but they have an office here. I think of an old friend who joined this company I’m visiting
today, when we were all much younger, some twenty years ago. In those days, I was worried for him joining
another “internet” company at the height of the bubble. Neither he nor I knew all that was about to
happen.
I sat in the lobby for a
while. “I’ll be the woman in a black
dress.” That’s what the translated text suggested. OK. Up
before me, standing in the lobby was a twenty something woman in a black
dress. “requisite person’s name?” I
offered? She ignored me. “Requisite person’s name?“ I
repeated, louder. Standing now, I walked
over to the woman in the black dress.
Tilting my head disarmingly I offered unmistakably: “requisite person?”
“No.” “Oh. Sorry.”
The lobby was only so big. I
checked my translation again and there was something about a “striped” black
dress. Ms. Wrong was a solid black
affair. Turning back in towards the
elevator the striped black dress appeared before me. “Hello. You must be: requisite person.”
She led me through a
security door to a café. A corporate
café. The café has a living corporate
animal, which defines it. This animal is
depicted in more than a few of the marketing items available for sale about the
place, I learn in due course. The animal
is a large white cat and it walks about the cafe wilfully. “There she goes.“ That’s nice.
I listen as the cat’s name and its’ significance are explained. “I am allergic to cats” I think, but I keep
silent.
Wednesday, 09/13/17
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