Following the guide, Fang Xing walked lazily behind. On his left was New York Harbor, a major port with an annual throughput of hundreds of millions of tons.,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.,Looking at the pale and thin arms, and then at the long hair, Fang woke up from his depression.。