Good Scheme

"What a downpour."

In the general manager's office, Qin Ze stood before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the torrential rain outside with a sigh.

The heavy rain blurred his vision as water streamed down the glass, forming a transparent curtain.

"Mm, it's making me restless. The south is the worst—it rains every other day." Wang Zijing sat on a sofa not far behind him, brewing tea.

"Rain's still better than getting blasted by sandstorms."

"Sandstorms are better than rain too. I especially hate rainy days."

"I think Shanghai City is better than Beijing."

As a Shanghai native, where everyone in the country was supposedly poor, he possessed a natural-born arrogance.

"Under the Son of Heaven's feet, how can mere Shanghai City compare?"

As a Beijing native, where everyone in the country was supposedly grassroots, she carried an overbearing air of looking down on everything.

"You Beijing native want to fight this Shanghai native?"

"Hmph." Wang Zijing gave a delicate snort.

Aside from being powerful and wealthy, people from both places had one more thing in common: they had inhaled so much smog that they were immune to every poison.

It was mid-October, and the weather had been hot. Then the torrential rain had suddenly arrived, falling nonstop for an entire week. Even during the rainy season, this amount of rainfall was rare.

Fortunately, Shanghai City's drainage system was excellent. Flooding was severe in some areas, but it did not affect traffic. Other than the metro, which was plagued by endless minor problems and frequent delays, it had not caused citizens much inconvenience.

A massive rain cloud covered more than half of China. Compared to Shanghai City, many other cities had been affected by the storm, such as Hang City, and Guangdong, where his sister currently was.

She was holding