When my father died, he only left me one sentence: "Go to the dock to find Liu San. He has half a jade tablet in his hand."
I thought it was a wine shop business until Liu San's body was fished out of the Bian River.
That night, someone climbed over the wall and entered my yard. The maniac Zhang from the dock blocked my door with his people. Inspector Sun patted me on the shoulder and said, "Shopkeeper Chen, you can't afford to interfere in this matter."
The neighbors helped me, but I knew it in my heart - Grandma Zhang helped me because my wine shop was prosperous and her cooking cakes were easy to sell; shopkeeper Wang reminded me because she was afraid that I would damage his tea shop's business; Uncle Zhou protected me because he wanted to bring half a spoonful more when he brought his brothers to drink in the future.
But that account book is in my hand. In the account book that Dad paid for with his life, he recorded the shady private salt and sulfur on the Bianhe River, a business name called "Zhao Ji", and those who wanted to find out the truth but never spoke again.
Who can you trust a small wine shopkeeper?
But the Bianhe River is still flowing, and the lights in the wine shop must still be on. Someone has to do it to seek justice for the dead.
