Living in the troubled times of the Republic of China, there were ten thousand ways to live. At the same time, there are ten thousand ways to die.
People in troubled times are like eggs, rolling around, being trampled by leather shoes, and being pierced by bullets...
At the same time, some eggs are luckier and get the chance to break out of their shells. Then, some eggs turned into dragons and phoenixes, some eggs turned into soaring eagles, some eggs turned into crows, some eggs turned into larks, and some eggs turned into chickens, ducks and geese...
In Shanghai, the largest international city in the Far East, in the warm breeze of Little Oriental Paris, a family of five is cooking, cooking, cooking...
They can't care about bullshit like who becomes president, who is restored, who is overthrown... Because life is not easy.
When the neighbor smelled the aroma of fried meat with chili pepper, he said bitterly: "The fake foreign devil next door is eating meat again!"
My grandfather also scolded me: "Asshole, you insist on giving your child three foreign names. You worship foreigners and favor foreigners!"
My father scolded my grandfather behind his back: "Tyrant! Foolish king! Can't keep up with the new era!"
In the eyes of Judy Lin, this is a chaotic era, and she is just a child worker selling newspapers...
"Selling newspapers! Selling newspapers!"
"There's big news!"
"Sir! Do you want to buy a newspaper?"
"Elegant sister, would you like to buy a newspaper?"
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Keeping the last newspaper for herself to read every day is her ladder to climb the upper class life.
What is the high life? Are they those foreign cars with four wheels? Is it a garden house in the concession? Is it the nightlife in Shanghai? Is it one ocean after another?
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Or is it something more lofty?
