In the spring of 1985, I unexpectedly became a “ten-thousand-yuan household,” but was forced to hide my fortune in a crack in the wall of my ancestral home.
From then on, I became the most hypocritical gentleman in the whole alley, eating cornmeal buns and pickles every day while secretly patching up the wall late at night.
I thought I could keep it under wraps, until Auntie Wang from the neighborhood committee enthusiastically offered to set me up with someone.
And the match she found was none other than a trainee police officer who spent every day staking out the alley entrance to catch thieves!
Worst of all, he'd set his sights on my ancestral home...
