In winter, the capital city of Beijing plunges into darkness by six-thirty in the evening. Although the neon lights of the city shine brightly, there are still many hidden and shadowy corners.
Yusuf Zuck parked his large pickup truck beneath a residential building.
This residential area contained old buildings from the nineties. The property facilities and management couldn't compare with those of new residential complexes, which is why no one stopped Yusuf Zuck when he drove directly to the foot of the building where the boss lived.
The boss wasn't originally from Beijing but had come from outside the city to make a living. For him, owning a house in Beijing was already quite an accomplishment.
"Boss, that's not fair." Samuel Ross climbed into the big pickup truck, his face alight with excitement. The truck looked like a little tank; it was just too cool and even made the Range Rover in front seem inferior.