The manager said: "This nineteenth floor is really chosen by the master of zero." "Master Zero? All I could think of was him sitting in front of his computer, playing with Kensan, cigarette on his lips, and a steaming bucket of instant noodles in front of him, holding a mouse in one hand and his feet in the other. I really don't see him as a master. The door to the show room opened. I have to say, this house is really good house. It feels very comfortable as soon as you enter the door. manger