Turn Your Hands to Make Clouds, Turn Your Hands to Make Rain

The still time was awakened by the sound of bells, and the cruise ship slowly sailed into the port of Nanxiang amidst the sound of whistles. Nanxiang, with its long history, took on new vitality under the "friendly" visit of the Western Alliance. Times have changed, and the trend of history has not wrapped Nanxiang into the torrent of history. It is still like a bright pearl, attracting countless people to come here looking for a chance to turn over. Of course, the Nanxiang at that time was far less brightly lit than it is now, and I was not as old as I am now. Twenty years ago, I, Sun Xiaojian, fled from the mainland due to the Great Famine. I had no background or support. Who would have known that I would be able to reach the position I am today. ... That year, the wind was high and the air was crisp, and the pier was filled with people. When a gap opened in the dim deck, the sunlight was dazzling, making him extremely uncomfortable. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.