Making Money And...

Night had fallen, and Shen Zeming was already in Beijing. However, instead of heading home, he found himself at a nightclub. Sitting alone on one of the sofas, he savored a whiskey sour while observing the colorful lights and the crowd partying and dancing together.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he took it all in, his gaze calm and introspective. The next moment, he picked up his phone and thought to himself, It's quite stressful, he reflected that if he returned home early, he would likely be met with his butler's scheming or questioned by his parents.

For now, though, he was simply waiting and focusing on the screen of his phone, which displayed graphs filled with bars of red and green, alongside prices and currency labels. Shen Zeming was intently monitoring the Forex market.