BANG. At the sound of the gavel stood Kanda Tatsuya. Fifty-three years old. Chief Marketing Officer of Yamashiro Chemicals, Ltd., Honkon. With his usual booming yet soothing voice, he delivered the contents of the stack of paper in hand unto the rest of the Complex. He talked of skyrocketing numbers, of the shining furnaces of today lining the Kowloon riverside, and the surely indispensable patronage of Morita Akio that "brought them back teeming with life"! Teeming with life, indeed; he smiled, his mind back to yesterday's crate of "shipments" landing at his doorsteps.
BANG. Up stood Inaba Yukio. Forty-six years old. Vice President of Collective Tomorrow Enterprises. He smirked, and applauded the marvelous "stunt" by the infamous Sony yes-man speaking before him; he then preached of derelict storefronts littering Honkon's outskirts, of the hazards of Guangdong's overreliance on "industries of little concern". His voice was calm, monotone, yet with every passing minute another dagger pierced the veil. He was fighting the good fight. Of course he was. Secure one more plot of land in Kowloon for Fujitsu, and there's yet a way left towards promotion.
BANG. Kawasaki Keiichi - sixty-one years old, Representative Director of Akagi Finance - sat unmoving, his corpulent, stony complexion barely betraying the grin blossoming underneath. It was he who brought up the slip of land in the Legislative Council in the first place; his contacts in Matsushita had instructed him so. Let the two little rivals shout each other into a gridlock, then he and his friends shall move in and take the spoils. Nobody would know. Not today.
BANG, BANG, BANG. The one hundred suits, black and white and blue, rose to their feet in perfect unison. "With this we fulfill our service to the Chief Executive, to the State of Guangdong, and may our prosperity reign for a thousand years more." They chanted - then came the scattering tango of heels on the marble floor, and another day of good cooperation was thus called. And then, the great Chief Executive shall do well to serve them.

Dance, with my hand in yours;
dance, until dawn breaks...