Early morning.
The birds chirped noisily, boasting about the abundance of bugs they've caught, about their good health, about their strong reproductive abilities, over and over again, without any respite.
Jiang Yuan, awakened by the birdsong, lay in bed, feeling a bit too lazy to get up.
In Beijing, the environment surprisingly embraced nature. The park next to the residential complex had forests and bodies of water, and was home to a constant presence of flying birds. Looking out of the bedroom window, greenery predominated. Even those who paid no attention to urban construction could sense the funds burning through...
In the kitchen, chefs sent from Ningtai busily prepared breakfast.
