In 1998, when I was fifteen years old, I followed a con man named Sanzhi Liu and entered the world.
This is a story about Qianmen, and also a story about that era.
About the rules of the world, about the sinister nature of people's hearts, about the relationship between master and disciple, and about the wisdom of stopping.
Take you back to the era of video halls, billiard halls, and train station squares.
Listen to me slowly tell you about the people I met in the arena in those years, the pitfalls I stepped on, the traps I set up, and the hands I couldn't hold back in the end.
Quite interesting