In 1987, the most valuable thing on Hong Kong Island was not gold or land, but people who could understand accounts.
Shen Jianchuan is just an inconspicuous accountant of Shengyi Qingshan Hall. While others hold knives, he holds an abacus; while others collect protection fees, he balances the blood and cash one by one for them. Until a mishandling account pushed him into the position of scapegoat. Only then did he realize that behind the bad debts in the hall, there was not only black money, but also old ship cases, dock control, real estate laundering chains, and a group of people who wanted to take advantage of the new era to get ashore, but were reluctant to let go of the dirty hands of the old world.
What's even more terrible is that starting from that night, he can only see the most critical page of his own interests chain seven days later every night.
That page will not tell him the answer, it will only tell him who will fall out first, which money will be cut off first, and which contract will cost his life first.
As a result, a small accountant who originally just wanted to survive was forced to walk from the dock to the factory, from the old building to the board of directors, and from the back office of the society to the card table of the consortium. But every step he takes to climb up, he has to trade cash flow, reputation, connections, and even his life.
On Hong Kong Island, if you can't settle the debt, you have to settle the debtor.
Money has no soul, but Shen Jianchuan is their judge.
