[1910, The golden age of the empire on which the sun never sets, is also the darkest age for the Chinese]
Fog-filled docks in London's East End.
The "piggies" were locked in the bottom of the cabin and transported like livestock. What awaited them were mines, railway construction sites, and never-ending debts from selling their bodies.
Chen Chuan is one of them.
A young man from Guangdong who was deceived by his fellow villagers was so skinny that he couldn't even speak a word of English.
Until a soul from a hundred years later opened his eyes.
…
This is a time when the human heart is being ripped open.
Everyone has weaknesses, everyone has desires, everyone has dark secrets.
Chen Chuan can see everything.
He started out in a coolie shack on the wharf -
Use a piece of information in exchange for the gang's protection;
Use a handle to pry open the banker's safe;
A demand that makes politicians his puppets.
When white people are still laughing at the "yellow peril",
A large web woven by the Chinese has quietly enveloped the entire Great Britain.
London gangsters? Charge me protection money.
Scotland Yard? Be my thug.
Bank of England? Take care of my accounts.
Royal family? Pass me the drink.
And all this is just the beginning.
"Mr. Chen, do you want to see the Prime Minister?"
"No, let the Prime Minister come to see me."
In 1914, the fuse of World War I was about to be lit.
Chen Chuan stood in the shadow of Downing Street, looking at the European continent on the map.
He wanted to play this game of chess himself.
