Zhao Jiadi was a local of Daming City, and he was exceptionally familiar with this ancient city in the northwest.
Today was Monday, the fourth day of the eleven-day-long holiday. After graduating from a third-tier college, Zhao Jiadi, who had been working in sales at a private company, took a rare day off. At twenty-seven, he had achieved nothing notable. He wasn't born into a rich family; he hadn't attended a prestigious university; he didn't have a satisfying job. Even as a single man, he didn't have a girlfriend. You could say he was completely without hope in life.
Perhaps it was precisely because his life was so ordinary that, on his twenty-seventh birthday, the heavens decided to give him a special gift, one that could change his life dramatically.
A Centurion Black Gold Card with a credit limit in the billions.
