Liu Yan stood frozen in the grand marble foyer of the Ouyang Lakeside Villa.
Cold rainwater dripped from the hem of her counterfeit designer coat, forming a muddy puddle on the hand-woven Persian rug. Beside her, Zhao Kun held a rusty crowbar in his right hand, his mouth open like a gasping fish.
From the arched double doors leading to the formal dining room, two figures walked out carrying tape measures and blueprints.
Master Lu Shan adjusted his reading glasses, pointing a pencil at the ten-foot bay windows overlooking the grey autumn lake.
[Target: Master Lu Shan. Goodness Score: 92/100. Master architect and array builder.]
“If we place forty orthopedic hydrotherapy beds along the southern terrace, the morning sun will warm the elderly nurses during their physical therapy,” Master Lu said thoughtfully. “And Master Tailor Yun is weaving two hundred sets of warm-silk blankets to ease their arthritis.”
Beside him, Master Tailor Yun nodded with a warm, grandfatherly smile.
[Target: Master Tailor Yun. Goodness Score: 94/100. National intangible heritage silk master.]
