Lin Wenbin, who was rich and free, was reborn. With his prophetic memory, he quickly earned his first pot of gold.
Just when he was about to show off his talents, the commercial building project he was preparing was stranded because a Shang and Zhou bronze tripod worth millions was "excavated" at the site. The cultural department took the opportunity to demand huge sums of money.
Realizing that someone was setting up the game, Lin Wenbin, through his uncle Zhou Wenqiang, invited the mysterious master Charlie Wen from Hong Kong Island to "retrieve" the bronze tripod to break the game.
However, this tripod has become the eye of the storm.
Bi Xiaohao, the son of the factory director who is heavily in debt, is about to use a fake tripod to replace it with a genuine one to repay the casino loan shark.
The local gangster Zhan Long and his gang also set their sights on the treasure, and accidentally stole Charlie Wen's suitcase filled with top-notch equipment at the train station. Charlie Wen was reduced to a "naked" player and could only rely on simple tools bought by the supply and marketing cooperative.
One night, one factory, one tripod. The factory director's son, local thieves, international thieves, behind-the-scenes bureaucrats, loan shark thugs... Several forces that were unaware of each other collided in the sweltering textile factory. Substituting things, violently opening locks, cutting off power, gangs taking advantage of gangsters, a series of erratic and ridiculous brawls were staged one after another.
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Good looking, come on author
It looks good, but it depends on how many capable people you have as customers.
It seems like I have returned to that era again, it feels very real. Worth pursuing [like]
It feels like I'm back to that era again
Resonance and empathy, rain, snow, wind and frost, the past is like smoke