In 1993, Zhang Mingming, who had just been laid off from a state-owned enterprise, had no time to cry about poverty. His parents passed away early, leaving him with a leaky bungalow and the ability to speak well. With only thirty-two yuan left in his pocket, his creditors blocked the door, and the target was in the dark, he was still thinking about going to Panjiayuan to try his luck at finding something - in his words: People who are poor cannot be cowardly, and the poorer they are, the more they have to go out and hit each other.
Who would have thought that this collision would go wrong.
A piece of ancient jade stained with blood made his eyes feel hot. When he opened his eyes again, the world had changed. The bag of the stall owner next door became transparent, and the jar on the ground shone in his eyes. Even the girl he passed by, he subconsciously moved his eyes away - not because he didn't want to see it, but because he saw it too clearly and didn't dare to look at it.
Eyesight becomes true eyesight.
Zhang Mingming clutched the last crumpled note in his pocket, his heart beating thumpingly: These days, you can't be brave enough. But he didn't know that what those eyes were staring at was also staring at him. The old gangsters from Panjiayuan, the Northeast Gang who were squandering foreign exchange, and the ruthless character who drove a Lexus and was known as "Brother Xiaotian" - Lin Xiaotian, were already in the crowd and took a second look at him.
He got a treasure, got into trouble, and incurred a love debt that he shouldn't have incurred.
The city of Beijing in the 1990s was full of opportunities and pitfalls. Zhang Mingming thought he had gotten a big deal, but little did he know that from the moment the piece of jade touched his palm, his life was no longer his own.
