Jing City.
In a certain upscale apartment, in a particular room.
Jiang Zhi didn't sleep in during the New Year holiday, nor did he stay in bed until the sun was high in the sky.
On the contrary, he got up early as usual.
After washing up, he opened the window to breathe in the fresh air.
With his eyes closed, he let himself relax, clearing all the clutter from his mind and allowing it to drift into a state of unconsciousness.
Just as he was fully relaxed...
"The sun sets over the western mountains, red clouds fly, the soldiers return from target practice... mi.sao.la.mi.saola.sao.mi.dao.ruai..."
His phone rang suddenly, interrupting his moment of peace and pulling his wandering thoughts back.
"Who's calling so early in the morning?"
He mumbled to himself in confusion, quickly closed the window, walked to the bedside table, and picked up his phone.
It was from Old Wei, a good colleague from another department in the company.
