There were several faint bicycle bells ringing outside the window.
Chen Mo opened his eyes suddenly and focused on the peeling wall of the ceiling.
This was not the smooth, mirror-like ceiling of his penthouse.
A smell of cheap air freshener mixed with the musty smell entered my nose.
He sat up and looked around.
A small room with old wooden furniture and a 1998 calendar with Hong Kong stars on the wall.
1998.
This number is like a cold key, instantly opening the dusty gate.
Countless images flooded into my mind.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the bright night view of the city, cold and cold.
At the luxurious banquet, there was a lot of cheering, false smiles, and insincere flattery.
When signing a billion-dollar contract, my fingertips could not feel the temperature of the paper, only numbness.
Boundless wealth brings a deeper loneliness, a pressure that gnaws at the nerves day and night, and a hole in the soul after being completely soaked by money.
He once stood at the top of wealth, but lived like a machine without emotions.
