My name is Chen Jiu. I lived in Shanghai in the 26th year of the Republic of China. I made a living by having a sharp ear, a strict mouth, and a tough life.
Foreigners are rampant, warlords are separatist, the concession is like a sore, and there are many spies. I had no background, but I was involved in the fight for Japanese military intelligence and was hunted down and almost killed.
Lao Dao rescued me, Ah Lai defected, Shen Meiqing joined the gang, and we, the weirdos, stayed together to survive.
Don't shout slogans, don't talk about righteousness, just live. But in this world, little people can make waves even if they act fake.
Use the wisdom of the market to break the situation, pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger to fight back, and each battle of wits is quietly laid out.
The more ruthless the enemy is, the more I will lead them into the net with a smile. The world is not big. One step counts as ten steps, and there must be a winner in the bloody road.
What a mess