She has died once, so she knows better than anyone else - in this world, you cannot survive on your knees.
The gold medal investor in his previous life suddenly became an orphaned daughter who was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall. Jiang Lingyue dusted off the dust on her knees, flipped the table and resumed the chess game in Shanghai: buying the bottom of the stock market, backhand shorting the Japanese merchants; the war of cotton yarn, swallowing up half of the market. The God of Wealth doesn't kill people, she does.
Love is a more dangerous battlefield than the stock market. The young commander of the military governor protects her like a fire in his heart and is also the sharpest knife hanging around his neck; the diplomat is well-dressed and hides his shady past; the president of the chamber of commerce meets her rivals, whoever falls in love first loses; the young master of the Bai family chases her back as he grows up, but finds that he can no longer keep up with her world. There is also a silent adjutant who never talks about love, but only uses his back to catch bullets for her in the dark night.
The golden neon light cannot illuminate the hatred between the country and the family underneath. The ambition of Japanese businessmen is like a cobweb, the phoenix jade pendant leads to the mystery of life experience, and the warlord's gun is pressed against his temple. She climbed up from the most humble position, using money as a knife and calculation as a shield to fight her way through this chaotic world of cannibalism.
Later she understood that weakness is not a weakness - it's someone who makes you finally want to live, not just win.
The moon surges over the river, and someone is waiting for you to look back in the dimly lit place.
