In 2025, Lin Wanwan was betrayed by her husband and framed by her best friend, and owed a huge debt of 30 million. The moment she stood on the edge of the rooftop, she smiled: "In the next life, I want to be a creditor."
When she opened her eyes again, she became the bankrupt daughter of the same name in Shanghai in 1925 - with only three oceans in her pocket and three debt collection thugs.
But they don't know that this body contains a modern soul that plays with financial leverage and is familiar with hundreds of years of history.
"Debt? It's easy to talk about." Lin Wanwan walked into Paramount while swinging the feather fan. "I helped Boss Du launder money, taught Huang Jinrong how to trade stocks, and wrote love letters to the French consul. By the way, I changed all your account books."
Three months later, a new legend circulated in Shanghai: The woman who always wore cheongsam and chewed gum made bankers wake up crying in the middle of the night, made warlords line up to give gifts, and made the black and white bosses collectively suffer from the disease of "getting flustered when they don't see Ms. Lin."
Until the most mysterious ship lord pinched her chin and asked: "You stole the pocket watch in my safe. When will you steal my heart?"
Lin Wanwan blinked: "Sir, pay the consulting fee first. One minute, one gold bar."
