August 8, 2024, cloudy, occasionally sunny, a little rain.
An ordinary evening.
Jing City, a state-owned enterprise office building, archive office.
It was nearly the end of the workday. Comrade Zhou, leaning over his desk, wearing reading glasses, was meticulously writing a document stroke by stroke.
Next to him was a cup of clear tea, and a half-burned cigarette smoldered in the ashtray...
Although Zhou Wang had directly brought back a box of Da Zhong Jiu cigarettes, Old Zhou only distributed one pack when he first arrived at the office. The cigarette he normally loved to smoke was still the Ziyun, which had increased to 15 yuan per pack.
Getting used to it, this cigarette was still the most satisfying.
However, the tea he drank was excellent, the seemingly ordinary canister in his drawer contained the Iceland Lao Zhai his son had bought back, over a hundred yuan per gram, rare as gold.
