After that night, Beijing couldn't stay any longer.
Carrying his old bag, he headed south, first to Guangzhou Station West, and then to Shenzhen. No backer, no capital, just courage and a tough word. Opening the watch shop, breaking through the east gate, entering the Pass Hall, accepting Zuo Shuai, meeting Qiuba, and touching Bai Xiaohang. Along the way, some people respected him, and some wanted to trample him to death.
The world is not created by fighting, but by sitting down at every meal; reputation is not created by shouting, but by shouldering old debts time and time again.
From Beijing to Shenzhen, Ren Jiazhong became Jiadai.
But when he stood firmly on the south side and looked back at the Forty-Nine City, he realized that the night he left that year was not the end, but the beginning of half a lifetime of turmoil.
