In Shanghai during the Republic of China, the Chinese alleys were a mixed bag of good and bad, with dignity and despicableness separated only by a Shikumen.
Chang Bin, a son of a troubled noble clan, gave up his poetry and books and started sewing and repairing his workshop, but he didn't want to get into trouble with local gangsters as soon as he opened his shop, and he couldn't even drink a bowl of hot soup safely.
Foreign goods overwhelm handicrafts, spy patrols disturb the neighbors, and the gap between the concession and the Chinese community makes small people breathless.
Some people bow their heads for a mouthful of food, while others stick to it for a trace of conscience. Dancers, newsboys, policemen, and literati crowded into an alley to play out the joys and sorrows of troubled times.
He used needle and thread as his blade and human feelings as his armor to protect his family and neighbors. He became the confidence for everyone to survive in the stormy alleys of Shanghai.
Take a look at a commoner boy who, in the troubled times of the Republic of China, earned a lot of money, kept his tenderness, and fought for a way out!
