Pu Muchen slapped the crumpled lawyer's letter on the steering wheel.
"Fuck."
He stared at the dark green mountain shadow at the end of the navigation. I have been out of the army for three years. I have delivered food and worked as a security guard. My last job at a construction site also ended last month. Now, a piece of paper told him that a distant uncle who was beyond his reach had died and left him a "property".
"Property in the deep mountains and old forests." He sneered, put the car into gear, and drove the pickup truck onto the bumpy dirt road.
