As a legend in the investment circle, Qin Shu fell from the altar and was shattered into pieces when he was twenty-eight years old. Overnight, the company went bankrupt and was burdened with huge debts. "Miss Qin," who was once praised by the stars, became the god of plague that everyone avoided. The sworn enemy raised a glass to her at the cocktail party and smiled proudly: "Mr. Qin, are you still used to the wind on the rooftop?" The traffic niche student who had been promoted turned around and fell into the arms of her opponent, issuing press releases and stepping on her to get the position. Everyone was waiting to see her collapse and become a laughingstock. Qin Shu lit a cigarette, looked at the bright lights on the Bund, and calmly settled the score for himself. Good news: The person is still alive and his brain is still there. Bad news: Nothing but your brain. Oh, it also comes with a bottle of procrastination - the person she despised the most in the past, the has-been male team leader Lin Jianlu whom she rated as having "only one face to choose from". When she betrayed all her relatives and left, only this fool found her with his remaining savings, his eyes were astonishingly bright: "Sister Qin, I believe you. This is all my belongings, is it enough for us to make a comeback?" Qin Shu looked at the thin bank card and his clean eyes, pinched his cigarette and smiled. "It's not enough." "But it's more than enough to buy you a hot search and make your 'debut' again." Later, a studio named "Shu Jian" came out of the blue, stirring up the entire entertainment industry with thunderous momentum. People were horrified to discover that that woman, with her "face-only" artist, was back! This time, she not only wants to take back everything that belongs to her, but she also wants to do it with her own hands,
