In the 1990s, Chen Mo was just an orphan who rode a three-wheeler to collect scraps. His biggest wish was to save enough money to treat the disease of his adopted sister. Until the foreman asking for wages forced him into a dead end, he grabbed the rusty wrench and knocked on another door of destiny.
From "mediating" disputes for casinos, to taking a share of the old city renovation; from being discarded as a chess piece by the boss, to becoming the "just right knife" between the various forces. He doesn't know how to fight and kill, he only knows that human hearts are more ruthless than swords, and friendship is more important than debts.
"Brother Mo, for the demolition of the new district, people from other provinces have been invited over there."
"Preparing a gift, I'm going to have a cup of tea with their boss."
"But they brought dozens of people..."
"It's enough to bring an IOU." Chen Mo flicked the ashes from his cigarette, "His son studied abroad last year and I guaranteed it."
This is the story of a little man living step by step in a gray area. There is no blood and bullets flying everywhere, only the transactions in the book of favors. When he finally stood in the top-floor office with floor-to-ceiling windows, he found that the thing that weighed most heavily in his hand was not the power, but the unresolved favors and the morning that he could not go back - the clanking tricycle was still parked in his memory.
