The sun had already risen over ten feet high, its golden rays showering Mantou Ridge.
Xiao Fang had been up early for work. Although the Wenwu Group now had another source of income—the Star Interlanguage School—the pharmaceutical factory remained the foundation of the Wenwu Pharmaceutical Group, so no slacking was allowed.
Zhang Bin, however, was still lying in bed, snoring like thunder.
He was now living the good life: sleeping until he woke up naturally and counting money until his hands cramped.
Of course, his sleep was different from others. When he slept, his spirit and consciousness entered the virtual world created by Tutu.
In the virtual world, he studied alien technology and practiced his painting and calligraphy, hoping for a major breakthrough.
