Jianghu Road: That Year I Had My Hands in My Pockets

When I first came to Shenzhen, I was sixteen years old. I slept under a bridge and ate only two steamed buns in three days. "Follow me and you'll have enough to eat three times a day." The man named Long Ge said to me. I worked with him as his little brother for ten years, from carrying bags to carrying tasks, from horse boy to second in command. Until he sent me to the police station for 200,000 yuan. On the day I was released from prison, I smiled as I looked at the luxury car that came to pick me up. Brother Long may have forgotten that in the past ten years, I have been responsible for all his shady things.