Night fell over the bustling city like ink, setting its lights aglow like dazzling stars in a distant galaxy. In a corner of the city, Gu Bei sat alone at a broad desk in the Fujiwara Company's office. Beneath the dim yellow light, he looked lonely. His brows were furrowed, his gaze deep, as if it held endless thoughts and worries. The air conditioner hummed softly, bringing a faint chill that did nothing to dispel the heaviness and restlessness in his heart.
Gu Bei wore a snow-white shirt, its collar slightly open, giving him a carefree, unrestrained air. His dark suit pants were crisp and well-fitted, accentuating his tall, lean frame. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, making a rhythmic yet slightly muffled sound, like an echo of his thoughts. Several documents lay scattered across the desk. The most eye-catching was the entry guide for the "Conscience of the World’s Financial Tycoons" contest. Its golden lettering gleamed in the light, as if telling a story of glory and dreams.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is coincidental. Do not imitate.
