I Am a Tycoon

To Xia Qiu, life was like a pot of stale, foul-smelling urine: no matter what, it was full of disappointment and helplessness. “One, two... ten.” Outside the finance office on the fifth floor of the Hongyun Hotel, Xia Qiu counted the wages he had just received, carefully going through the bills one by one. “Stop counting, Xia Qiu. You’ll still only have that thousand yuan, no matter how many times you count it. It’s so hot today. Come on, we’re off this afternoon anyway. Let’s go out for a drink, guys,” his colleague Wang Tao called from nearby.