章 1357: Dreaming Is Good; Momentarily Forget Its Illusion

"Sir, we are here."

The taxi stopped slowly by the side of the road, and the driver reminded him.

"Ah? Oh, thank you! How much?"

Zhang Zian suddenly returned to his senses.

He noticed that he was sitting in a taxi that was rather typical. In the back seat, faint smoke from the driver's seat could be seen and smelled. The driver was also looking at him through the rearview mirror.

It must be because he'd had to work continuous overtime for the last few days. He was rather tired. Every time he was in a daze, it seemed that time had passed quickly. Even the impression of him taking the train was now nothing but a vague memory in his mind. Much like a montage in the movies, he was constantly switching between scenes. Within a short while, he was in a new locality.