Hundreds of kilometers away in Beicheng, the lights stretched from the front courtyard to the back yard, the typical Chinese architecture revealing a dignified and ancient charm in the night, adorned by the lights, resembling a palace.
In the large study room on the third floor, the currently most powerful elder of the Fu Family sat behind a sandalwood desk, holding a blue and white porcelain tea bowl, listening to the children report their work.
The scent of tea lingered in the room.
Speaking was the second master of the Fu Family, Fu Qizhen, his tone respectful and cautious: "The project's loss was expected; beginnings are always difficult, and I believe we can get on track next quarter."
Another person snorted coldly: "Second Brother, when you went to ask Dad for the budget, you didn't give such guarantees. I remember you thumping your chest saying it would definitely be profitable, so how come it's now an expected loss? Did you forget what you said?"
