The intrepid travellers found themselves on the happy side of Peking, intermittent gasps of people walking in the streets, blending into the background. The residents of this great Chinese city was energetic, but not visibly so; a kaleidoscope of emotions could be observed on streets, with even the curious sight of a man breaking down right in front of them. It would be quite easy to chalk this up to the pressure of city life.
A turn from the clean streets into the squalid corner reveals an unassuming hotel going by the charming name of The Midnight Hotel. From what you gather, it's a nice place stuck with a poorly-translated English name. A few floors, good interior design, the works, really.
"Ni Hao, what can I do for you ladies and gentlemen?" A man said, standing behind the register and a stack of books.
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