Of the three hundred and sixty trades, every one has its champions. Yet one trade is different: for centuries, people have been drawn to it, only to meet a bleak end.
They say gold is like a kind heart, silver can cleanse the soul, jadeite shines with captivating light, and diamonds gleam white across life. But only when you enter this trade do you learn how it really works. Here, there is only life and death, never survival. Once you step into this game, you play until you die.
Hoarding rare goods, fraud, fencing stolen goods, and money laundering are neither mere tactics nor the ultimate goal. Good and evil blur together. When even the law is powerless in this game, many people are left utterly bankrupt.
This is the jewelry trade, and Shen Binghe found himself drawn into its deadly game by sheer chance.
Beneath the moon, the waters churn; the River of Forgetfulness runs deep. The strange flower blooming between them is called the flower of the other shore.
(Any resemblance between the events in this novel and real-life brands is purely coincidental.)
