Liu Yang is a middle-aged man with an awful taste in music. His playlist is a disaster. It's like he has no idea what he's doing. One minute, it's ear-splitting heavy metal, the next, it's bubblegum pop, then some random folk song no one's ever heard of.
He skips tracks like he's searching for treasure in a junkyard—only finding noise. His music is chaotic, an assault on the ears.
Whenever he's driving, the cars around him suffer. Drivers behind him honk like they're begging for mercy, and anyone ahead speeds up, desperate to escape the madness. His music doesn't just play—it invades. It feels like it rattles the entire road.
But Liu Yang doesn't care. Does he hate the constant curses raining down on him? Probably. But he doesn't have time for that.
Aside from his terrible taste in music, Liu Yang is actually a brilliant accountant. His skill with money is so sharp that if the entire fortune of the world were handed to him, he could handle it with ease.
