Seven years passed in the blink of an eye.
Chongqing, Hechuan.
A district city.
Here is the confluence of the Jialing River, Qu River, and Fu River. The city is picturesque with no industrial pollution, no bustling crowds. The most popular pastime after meals is playing mahjong, and teahouses with chess and card rooms are everywhere. The residents here lead a leisurely and comfortable life.
At Ta'er Gate Square, a high-rise office building stands tall.
This not-so-developed district city doesn't have many listed companies.
The employees inside the office building are quiet and indifferent, just like white-collar workers in all other cities, doing their own duties silently.
Inside the office building, there's a medium-sized office space with eight seats, each divided by office partitions to create individual spaces.
A woman suddenly walks in from outside, carrying a stack of materials in her arms, and collapses into her office chair, looking somewhat exhausted.
