After visiting the 'White House' twice, Zhou Qingfeng was completely disillusioned with this place; his initial curiosity and awe were thoroughly worn away.
This is not the center of power; it's clearly a bustling and noisy "luxury vegetable market."
The 'White House' was teeming with people, an unending stream, with all sorts of characters bustling around, their voices merging into a hum of background noise.
Every five minutes, you could see an employee from a certain department, closely following their superior, walking nervously into that oval office.
They seemed to be offering sacrifices to a high and mighty deity, hoping their issue could capture the president's attention in that brief few minutes.
How much real political business can be conveyed in five short minutes? At most, it's only enough to hear a carefully packaged presentation.
