Lin Chuan has been delivering food for three years, living in a dilapidated house with a monthly rent of RMB 600. He was fined, received bad reviews, and was bitten by the city every day.
He originally thought that he was just in bad luck, just poor, and just couldn't make money.
Until that rainy night, he fell into a dead gray city.
There, takeaways grow fangs over time, bills bleed, and complaints, rent, performance, medical care, credit... All become living monsters.
Only then did Lin Chuan realize that the poverty of ordinary people was never an accident, but a set of carefully designed harvesting rules.
From that day on, he began to keep accounts, began to see through, and began to resist.
By day, he is the most inconspicuous rider in the city;
At night, he carried the account blade and broke into the gray city that swallowed people, cutting off the rules of cannibalism with one knife.
What he wants to do is not just to turn around, not just to make money.
He wants to tear apart the gentle and decent skin of this city and take back the savings, dignity, retreat and future that belong to ordinary people.
Because when poverty is made into a weapon, running is not fighting.
It's an escape.
