In 1993, I, Chen Fei, was unemployed after graduating from college, but inherited my brother's dilapidated ranch in Montana, USA.
What was before me was a $50,000 loan shark, the coyote and brown bear that knocked on the door every night looking for food, and my newly widowed white blond sister-in-law, Emily, who had nowhere to go.
But Wenwen Township is also a Tomb of Heroes. The debt collection notice from the bank, the shotgun of the local bully, and the mystery of my brother's death in the fire soon made me understand that this land only believes in two things: US dollars, and the mind that makes US dollars obey.
Fate has given me a pair of "eyes of value" - the ability to vaguely foresee future financial storms.
In Montana, I used Eastern ruthlessness to clean up the ranch and teach all my enemies to shut up.
On Wall Street, I relied on my oracle-like foreknowledge of the collapse of the Mexican peso in 1994 and the Asian financial crisis in 1997 to roll my meager principal into a capital snowball, and to deal with extreme calculations with my charming female mentor Vivian.
Just when I thought everything was under control, a pocket watch left behind by my brother revealed the terrifying truth behind the fire: the source of the fire that engulfed him was actually in a New York skyscraper.
It's a hunt that spans east and west. And I am both a hunter and the fattest prey in everyone's eyes.
