Cost

I was the one who knelt down and licked the steamed buns made of human blood. Chen Dajiang was born in the slums of Jiangcheng. He shined shoes at the age of ten, carried docks at fifteen, and used his first bribe in exchange for an official position at the age of twenty-three. At the age of thirty, he was already a small factory owner, personally deducting workers' wages and extending working hours - just like those who oppressed him back then. Until the child worker's fingers were cut off by the machine. Those eyes looked at him as if they were looking at a dead person. From that day on, he decided to betray his class. With the hand that once bribed, raise the flag of the workers; Use the knees you once knelt to hit the wall of capital. Some called him a traitor, some wanted his life. But he said: "I crawled out of the mud, not to step on people, but to pull people out of the mud one by one." This is the story of a traitor. It is also the price of an era. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.