Hardcore, dark, gangs, finance, gunfights, comedy, slow burn.
Chen Feng died beneath his own apartment building. After starting with a principal of sixty thousand yuan and building it into hundreds of millions over twenty years, a person could lose himself. Chen Feng was no exception.
“Ruai, don’t be afraid. I still have some money. I’ll go to Africa with you, or anywhere you want. Four million is enough for us to live on.”
After sending the message, Chen Feng sat on the rooftop and waited for nearly five hours. The cigarette in his hand was like a star, slipping from his fingers and streaking through the darkness. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He picked it up and read:
“I’ve submitted the evidence of our crimes to the securities regulator. If you’re reading this message, it means I’m already dead. I’m sorry, Chen. But I had no choice. I couldn’t let them divide up our bodies, feast until their mouths were dripping with grease, then walk away without a scratch and put on a couple of pounds.”
Chen Feng took one last drag of his Red Double Happiness cigarette and pushed off with both feet.
When he woke the next day, where was he?
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Gunshots rang out behind him... Chen Feng was utterly bewildered. He took two slaps and couldn’t react at all.
“Move! Come on, follow me!”
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