They say there was gold everywhere in that era, but I only saw mud and blood.
In the winter of 1988, I took a borrowed fifty yuan and boarded the green train heading south.
At the cargo terminal where there was a mixture of fish and dragons, the body of the first master I worshiped was found floating in the river three days later.
In order to survive, I carried corpses, handed over approval documents, and picked up cigarette butts at the door of a neon-lit nightclub.
Until that day, when I took the key from my boss, he said: "Behind this door, there is either glory and wealth, or death with no body intact." I chose the third path - take it all.
