In Jinling in 1927, luxuries and glamor coexisted with gunfire. The daughter of a banker who returned from studying abroad smiled sarcastically at an antique mirror that was said to be able to reflect bad fates in her past life. She deals with new gentlemen, old-style warlords and underground revolutionaries, and manipulates capital and people's hearts with the skills of an actuary. Everyone praises her as the most dazzling socialite, but no one knows that the account book in her hand is another book of life and death. When the war finally reached the Bund, she tore up the engagement and bonds in public. The firelight illuminated the coldness and enthusiasm in her eyes: "Everyone, you may as well see who pays the final bill for this show that is being opened by you."
