Under the backdrop of night, East Capital resembled a lurking steel beast.
Countless streams of traffic converged into glowing veins, rushing and flowing through the crevices of the concrete jungle.
Fang Cheng gazed at the bizarre and colorful nightscape, his eyes slightly shimmering.
Shen Wei—he didn't actually know the man well; most of what he knew was hearsay.
Although Ah Le's words were somewhat subjective, it was undeniable that Shen Wei treated him quite well.
From the initial days of being a sparring partner at the club, Shen Wei, as the backstage boss, had already offered an industry-leading salary.
Later, without Fang Cheng asking for any favors, he was directly named Employee of the Year and even hired as the club's image ambassador.
That was when he'd just awakened his system, the stage where money was most needed for buying supplements and training resources.
