Among the three million riders in Binjiang City, Zhang Wuji does not rank among them. Twenty-seven years old, no savings, no education, a borrowed electric car, and the water heater in the shared house is broken. His only skills are that he is quick in ordering and has a good temper - when customers pour soup on his shoes, he squats down to help them mop the floor.
On a rainy night, the elevator on the 28th floor of an office building was out of service. When he knocked on the door with a bag of half-spilled dinner, he didn't know that there was a woman with a net worth of tens of billions sitting behind the door.
Sometimes fate is like this, it doesn't pick people, but it picks opportunities.
A man who had never been on a table was pushed onto the table. The light was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes. Things he had never touched before - money, status, options - came flooding back. There were all kinds of people standing in the tide. Some were passing hands, some were digging holes, and some were smiling as they watched him fall.
Can he catch it all?
