Ten years ago, Jiuliting was still a farmland where vegetables were grown and locals lived.
Now, Jiuliting is crowded with migrant workers - those who deliver food, run sports cars, set up stalls, do live broadcasts, repair cars, work as agents, and work as caregivers.
For ten years, they lived, saved money, dreamed and saw each other "nine miles away" in this city.
They were bitten by the same giant beast: platform commissions, overlord contracts, black agencies, forced demolitions - tentacles stretching from the city center to Jiuli Pavilion.
Then, someone wants to tear down their…
