The dark night falls quietly on this bustling city, making the city's lights look like twinkling stars in the distant stars, bright and charming. In a corner of the city, in the office of Fujiwara Company, Gu Bei sat alone at the large desk, his figure looking a little lonely under the dim light. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were deep, as if he was hiding endless thoughts and worries. The indoor air conditioner blew gently, bringing a bit of coolness, but it could not dispel the heaviness and boredom in his heart.
Gu Bei was wearing a shirt as white as snow, with the collar slightly open, revealing a sense of uninhibitedness and freedom. The dark suit pants are straight and stylish, outlining his slender figure. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a rhythmic but slightly dull sound, like the echo of his inner thoughts. There are several documents scattered on the table, the most eye-catching of which is the entry guide for the "Conscience of the World Plutocrats" competition. The golden fonts on the cover shine under the light, as if telling a story about glory and dreams.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
