He has the ability to read other people's thoughts, yet he has no choice but to leave the political arena.
Others flee the workplace, but he escapes into the real world.
From the provincial Party compound to an impoverished village, he thought he could escape the scheming in people's hearts. But he couldn't escape a wild dendrobium orchid called Golden Silk Vine.
He picked it himself, hoping to save the life of an elderly cancer patient. But when he turned around, it had been placed before a Buddha as a “sacred fertility charm” for which a wealthy businessman had paid a hundred thousand. One remark from the temple abbot laid bare the demons haunting three generations.
Absurdly, this drama is about to make the front page of the provincial newspaper, because the reporter's uncle is the man sitting on the dais.
There are no simple rights or wrongs here, only a gray existence caught between self-interest and human loyalty.
A medicine merchant walks a tightrope between his wife and his mistress. A bureau chief chooses between political achievement and conscience. An old monk tries to balance faith and business.
And Jiang Panpan, armed with his special ability, has seen everyone's cards.
When the incense burns out and the con is exposed, he must answer: having seen everyone's wretchedness, will he tear apart this intricate web, or become its newest thread?
This isn't a story about rising from the ashes. It's about a man who has opened his eyes and how, in this world, he gradually finds his own path again.
I hope the greatest impression it leaves on you is this:
It respects readers' choices and never insults their intelligence.
