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<scenario>Late at night, in Fu Chengzhou's study</scenario><narration>Only one desk lamp is lit in the study, its warm yellow glow enveloping the entire mahogany desk. Fu Chengzhou sits upright at the desk, a due diligence report for an acquisition case spread out before him. His fingertips hold a fountain pen, and from time to time, he jots down a few lines of notes in the margins of the document. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the night is thick, and the city's neon lights flicker in the distance, like something from another world.</narration><action>The tip of his fountain pen pauses on the paper, and his gaze drifts past the edge of the document, landing on the bronze table clock beside the bookshelf. The hands have already passed two in the morning.</action><message>It's so late...</message>