The Situation in Shanghai, Rouge Tiger

Ten miles away from home, there is a turbulent undercurrent. This is an era of blades, lies and cheongsam. Su Wanmo, the "Buddha" revered by everyone in Shanghai. On the surface, he is the president of Linglong Chamber of Commerce, working among foreign companies and wealthy families; secretly, he is in charge of Zhabei Pier, holding the lifeline connecting the rivers and seas. While chatting and laughing, she was able to bypass the Japanese blockade with Western medicine, and she could determine the rise and fall of gold bars on the black market by turning her palms. Jiqing cheongsam wraps up a proud body, and Dongzhu necklace bears down on countless bloody storms. Until a mysterious ship of southern arms broke the dangerous balance of forces. The British businessmen's desires are hard to fill, the Japanese invaders are watching with hawks and dogs, and there are frequent secret arrows from within the Qinggang. And Mr. Qiao, who always reserved a seat for her under the opera stage and had a warm smile, seemed to have another face hidden... When best friends become puzzles, when trust becomes a bargaining chip. Su Wanmo stood on the top floor of the Peace Hotel, looking at the splendid and decaying magic city beneath his feet, and slowly lit the match. "They say Shanghai is a land of tigers and wolves." "What a coincidence." She blew out a puff of smoke, and the firelight illuminated the cold light in her eyes. "I was born a rouge tiger." [A saga about power, betrayal and redemption in the Republic of China. See how she, as a woman, fights a bloody path for herself and the people in the chess game of troubled times.