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LI YING SITS down at the table and smiles. Her black hair hangs in little bangs, reminiscent of the Mad Men character Peggy Olson. First impressions mark her down as a slightly prim housewife but the eyes give her away – they crinkle at the edges knowingly. She engages with questions she wants to answer and bats away the rest. She doesn’t smoke, and doesn’t touch her sparkling water. It’s a damp Shanghai evening and we are taking shelter at an excruciatingly funky bar in a boutique hotel on the South Bund.
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