He stepped out of the towering building of Comet Film and Television.
Looking back at the skyscraper that reached into the clouds.
Tang Qing shook his head.
He truly disliked these high-rise buildings of tens or hundreds of stories.
Only in big city areas where every inch of land was like gold would such structures be built. If it were up to him, Tang Qing would rather build ten or twenty office parks with about twenty stories each, all differently designed, than a single skyscraper with two hundred floors.
Is squeezing together really that much fun?
Tang Qing pursed his lips.
He turned and headed to the parking lot.
Today, he had driven himself here, and it was just a few days ago that he had received his driver's license, securing his legal qualification to drive. Fortunately, the drive back home was smoother than the one coming here.
...
Just after Tang Qing finished his morning meeting.
On his solo drive back home.
In the distance.
Myanmar.
Neipyidaw.
