Tang Yi entered the working world clutching his diploma for outstanding graduates, only to face a cold reality: his mother's grave illness, crushing debt, home prices beyond reach, and a romance wavering in the face of financial hardship. Like every young person full of hope, he sent out resumes, only to sink deeper under the weight of “seen, no reply” and a starting salary of just 2,800 yuan.
Then a mysterious man using the alias “Old K” threw him a lifeline: a part-time “information processing” gig paying 500 yuan a day. The task was so simple, all he had to do was put an envelope in a designated mailbox. It was a lifeline, but also the key that opened Pandora's box.
From then on, Tang Yi stepped into a precisely run gray market:
The data he delivered pulsed through the veins of underground banks;
The goods he handled concealed secrets no one could know;
What he thought was merely “skirting the law” bound him fast to an express train hurtling toward darkness.
