In Tianfu City, Central CBD zone, in office building F, on the 38th floor, Liu Xiao Ping was standing by the French windows, relishing in the beauty of the city. He gasped out of emotion. It almost felt like he was dreaming. He brushed across his ten-thousand-dollar custom-tailored tuxedo with his hands. He was sighing about that money-squandering dame he had at home, but never had he thought that a good-for-nothing like him would one day transcend into the realm of glory.
Within two short years, he had more than ten million dollars of savings in his bank account. Houses, cars, he bought them all. He tied the knot with the dame, completely shedding away his single status. In a cut scene, he was seeing his dame negotiating with a customer while carrying a bulge in her tummy. He basically accomplished all his three wishes in life.
Classy. Very classy.
