Neon Blood Road: I Am a Boss in Three Places

(New author, posting for the first time, hope you can bear with me) Neon is fake, and loyalty is sometimes fake. The wind at the pier is very salty, the wine in the nightclub is very strong, and when the rain falls, there are motor oil, blood, cigarette butts and rotten paper money floating on the street. , People linger in the quagmire, not for dignity, but for not kneeling down first. In Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Japan in the 1980s, the neon lights could not illuminate the dark alleys, and the incense could not suppress the smell of blood. A young man at the bottom climbed up on the muddy water on the pier. Only at the end of the climb did he see clearly that the so-called rivers and lakes were just a group of people who folded their lives into accounts and put them on the table to calculate slowly.