Shen Zhidong held a freshly lit cigar in his hand as he stood by the window, silently overlooking the city outside.
He had witnessed this district rise from a barren wasteland, be destroyed by war, and then come back to life once more.
The era had developed too rapidly, so much so that even he, who had once stood at the forefront of the times, now felt somewhat powerless.
"The cunning rabbit is dead, the running dog is cooked, it has always been like this through the ages, a very normal thing, you should learn to adapt,"
Hearing these somewhat sarcastic words of comfort, Shen Zhidong turned his head to look at his old friend who was sipping tea in his office.
"But this is all too quick."
