Lin Shaohua, 26 years old, is a top graduate from the University of Hong Kong Business School and the youngest vice president of a multinational investment bank. On Christmas Eve 2024, he had just flown back to Hong Kong Island from London and was preparing to get engaged to his fiancée. A taxi was hit head-on by an out-of-control container truck at the Hung Hom Cross Harbor Tunnel——
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a cage of less than five square meters, wearing only a shirt smelling of alcohol and a pair of wrinkled trousers. There is a yellowed calendar taped to the bedside: March, 1990.
He became another person - Lin Zhuo, twenty-three years old, a minion at the bottom of Hongxing Society, nicknamed "Chao Fen". Three days ago, I was drunk and vomited on the bonnet of Liang Kun's car on the streets of Causeway Bay. He was taken to a back alley by the other party's younger brother, beaten half to death, and left in front of the Tin Hau Temple.
Lin Shaohua spent three days to figure out his situation: Hong Kong Island in 1990 was still seven years away from the handover, and fifteen years had passed since the craziest era of the Independent Commission Against Corruption. The gang was undergoing a transformation from a traditional violent group to a commercial enterprise. Hongxingshe is one of the most fierce players in this transformation.
More importantly, Liangkun, who almost beat him to death, is now looking for "someone who has read books, can settle accounts, and has a good brain."
Lin Shaohua touched the swollen left side of his face, looked at the dense neon lights outside the window of the cage house, and suddenly smiled.
In his previous life, he managed money for a Jewish boss on Wall Street, handling tens of billions a year, turning his hands into clouds and rain. Now let him start from a young and Dangerous boy?
OK. Then play the big one.
