There used to be one bar where all the ex-pats went. One plate of pasta there costs more than what the average Chinese makes in a week. A little further down is a Tuscan restaurant run by a real Italian who sits at his own table and eyes the clientele. Down the way is a coffee house where English teachers from Vermont are playing chess. Techno is blaring out of the bar and there’s a pool table. This place is so anti-China that it almost looks European. It’s mostly ex-pats here, folks who work at the various sourcing companies nearby. It’s not too late – about 1am – and the place is busy but not full. I’m sitting on a darkened patio of a club called Viva in the Futian district of Shenzhen.
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