When bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can make you choke. President Mo toiled on construction sites for years before rising from a clerk to a project manager, earning a decent salary. He thought, “Now I can go find a girl in her early twenties and have some fun.” But before he could even celebrate, one slap sent him back to the Ming dynasty. So what if it was the Ming? It didn’t matter where he hauled bricks. But why hadn’t he become emperor, with three palaces and six courtyards to enjoy? And why hadn’t he at least become a prince, so he could enjoy the company of beautiful women? At least he had money. But why had his deadbeat father squandered it before it had even warmed his hands? Looks like he’ll have to keep hauling bricks, just somewhere else. As for chasing girls, well, he’ll just have to do it on the side.
