When Xiangjiang is the busiest, the cranes on the pier work day and night, and the neon lights of nightclubs color the sea breeze.
Goods come from the Pearl River Delta, money passes through the ledger, people climb up from the housing estates, dreams shine from movies, but lives often end up on the bottom page of the ledger.
The Liang family died once, and the cause of death was very simple.
Bear accounts for the society.
When he opened his eyes again, it was still 1992. It was still the accounting room by the Kwai Chung Pier. There was still the deadly bad debt on the table, and the big brother outside the door was still smiling and asking him to sign.
Last time, he signed it.
This time, he was ready to let others die first.
So he started from the dirtiest place and washed himself out bit by bit.
But at the end of the wash, he suddenly discovered that Jianghu and Zhonghuan were not two different paths at all.
They are just two pages of the same ledger.
