I don't think this is cold-blooded, but it may not be enthusiastic. In the early spring of the 26th year of the Republic of China, a grand banquet was being held in a Western-style mansion in the French Concession in Shanghai.
In the brightly lit hall, the gramophone played soft jazz, and well-dressed men and women danced to the music. However, everyone's eyes involuntarily followed the same figure - the protagonist of tonight's banquet, Yu Haitang...
