As a man dismissed by the emperor, Fang Hongjian was only thirty-five years old when he died of despair. For his funeral, his only son, Fang Xing, truly filial, even sold their main house to make it a respectable affair.,Gradually waking up, I found myself in a vast space filled with things. Rows upon rows of warehouses, stacks of containers...,Fang Xing was a little afraid. He walked his hands and feet to the door of a warehouse, and with one push, the door opened.。