Twenty-eight-year-old Zhao Gongliang was laid off, broken up, and kicked out overnight. Standing under the overpass in Linjiang on a rainy night, he only had one dollar left in his pocket.
Until he witnessed an old man's pension money of 120,000 yuan being deceived and robbed by a rogue intermediary, leaving him with no way to appeal.
At that moment, the sleeping will of Wu Caishen suddenly awakened.
It's not cheating and throwing away money, it's not getting rich without thinking. He can see the origin and cause and effect of every money - the turmoil of black intermediaries, the bloody debts of labor contractors, and the cross-border black flows of financial platforms are all invisible in these eyes.
Undercover in the market, pretending to be grassroots, fraternizing with evildoers, and locking the evidence into a closed loop. Then he turns against you, cuts off your wealth, chases after your stolen money, and pays back the blood and sweat you swallowed to the person who deserves it.
Heaven's principles are hidden in the fireworks of the market, and good and evil can be seen in trivial matters.
He doesn't want you to be afraid, he wants you to be poor. So poor, so poor.
Someone has to settle the accounts in this world.
