In the twenty-fifth year of Emperor Xuanzong's reign of the Tang Dynasty, AD 737.
The Tang Dynasty was at its peak, with millions of people living in Chang'an City, and merchants from all over the world.
Yang Ming, who should be called Yang Ziyao now, was leaning on the stone railing of Zhuque Street.
The morning breeze ruffled the wide-sleeved robe that he was not yet used to.
This city of Chang'an is really too big.
With a population of one million, it was considered a huge city even in his original era.
At this moment, this ancient and majestic city spread out before his eyes, lively, noisy, and full of vitality that made him feel novel and at a loss.
He, Yang Ming, used to be the operations director of Shanghai's top club.
