The next day, Zubeng was awoken by numerous phone calls. He hadn't applied for a job recently, so he couldn't put his mind to what the purpose of the phone calls was. Regardless of that, he yawned, stretched a little, and swiped the answer button on the screen. "Bro, what have you done?" A concerned voice asked from the other end of the phone: Not understanding what was going on, Zubeng sat on the bed, sighing. "What have I done?" he asked the other person, who immediately responded, "Are you saying you have no idea what you have done?" His voice was harsh now.

"What are you talking about, San?"...