Lu Beiwang felt like he was living like a wild dog that was repeatedly run over.
Thirty-eight years old, with a debt of 23 million. His wife took their daughter abroad three years ago. His father suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and was paralyzed in bed due to his anger. In order to supplement the family income, his mother still worked as a cleaner in a shopping mall at the age of 65 in order to supplement the family income. And he, the man who was once known as the "genius trader in the financial circle", was standing on the edge of the 67th floor rooftop of the World Financial Center, with the bright and almost cold night view of Shanghai at his feet.
The wind was strong, making the hem of his suit rustle. This Armani piece was bought last year, and now it has hair balls, and the collar is stained with yellow stains that cannot be washed away. He has not paid property fees for three months, the house has long been foreclosed, and the last valuable thing in the car - an Omega watch - was pawned as medicine replacement money last week.
"Lu Beiwang, you are a waste."
