The Smoke and Clouds of the Republic of China: I Write About Floating Life with the Sharpness of My Pen

In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, there were many concessions on the beach in Shanghai, and gangs fought endlessly. Zhao Tiezhu, 25 years old, works as a contractor on the wharf. He is capable of carrying a tripod, but he is often teased for his naivety. One day, he accidentally bumped into the patrol room to pursue a key criminal, and accidentally recovered the stolen gold bars from a foreign company. He offended foreigners and was wanted by gangs. His job was not guaranteed and he was hunted by the whole city. He picked up his pole and roared: "I just want to have a safe meal!" Relying on his own strength to patrol the police, carrying a bag turned into carrying a life, and made a name for himself in troubled times. There is no backing, only shoulders; no strategy, only brute force. Watch how a grassroots man used his fist to smash a cone on the beach in Shanghai!