In the capital.
Shen Zizhen was sleeping inside his study. There was a mountain of paper as a blanket on top of his body. His business has been running smoothly, and nothing was going wrong. But when he said smoothly, it meant that he was so busy that he was drowning in paperwork. Who told him to become a merchant? Who was the one who told him that becoming a merchant was all sunshine and roses?
Why didn't they tell him the thorns and magma flowing beneath this path?
Now for the sake of managing his business, he couldn't even sleep! How annoying!
Shen Zizhen was annoyed as he mumbled in his sleep, wiping his drool on a paper that might have been an important document. His back was hurting because of his weird sleeping posture. Still, Shen Zizhen didn't want to open his eyes because if he did, he would have to face reality, and he didn't want to meet such a harsh reality at all.
Let him close his eyes and forget that he has so much work.
