When Su Ran's canvas bag was stepped into the cesspool by Li Weiwei's high heels, the smart community plan was lying in the opponent's Hermès bag. As the heir to the Su family chaebol, she served tea and poured water in the subsidiary company incognito for three months, and finally waited for evidence that her boss had secretly changed the lowest bidding price.
"Three degrees are not enough to talk about planning?" Su Ran pulled open the washed and faded shirt, revealing the heir's unique eagle-shaped brand, and took a photo of the millions of kickbacks received by Li Weiwei at the group audit meeting.
Gu Huaizhi, a legal attorney who returned from Wall Street, "happened" to show up. He leaned on a fire hydrant and took a video of her beating the gangster: "The old man said that lynching is prohibited in the heir examination."
When his second uncle sent someone to sink his mother's belongings into the high seas, Gu Huaizhi threw a rope on the deck: "Old man, let me watch you, don't be as reckless as the seven-year-old bombing of the treasury." On a rainy night, the two of them pried open the iron box on the seabed 30 meters deep.
The moment the big screen of the New York short-selling agency lit up, Su Ran poured Moutai all over the fake account book. When the lighter was lit, Gu Huaizhi's bulletproof windbreaker had already wrapped around her back. The ashes scattered in the flames spelled out the original will of the mother - the woman who was forced to die in the nursing home prepared the fire for her daughter to burn the capital prison twenty years ago.
On the day when the bronze bull of the stock exchange was welded to the bronze statue of a stray cat, Su Ran broke Su's scepter into two pieces: "A canary's funeral should be held according to the rules of a phoenix."
