When you open your eyes and find yourself lying on a Shanghai street in the winter of 1927, what would you think?
When Lin Yang transmigrated, all he had was a wrinkled Western suit and an old suitcase by his feet.
No wise old mentor at his side, no System or golden finger. Fortunately, the warehouse from his previous life came along with him. As chaos looms over the land, he quietly puts down roots in the foreign concession, guarding a warehouse full of jewels and jade.
One man, one business, one heart full of devotion.
Amid the glimmer of jewels, he waits in silence for peace to return to the land.
The writing is amateurish. If it's not to your taste, please be kind. Thank you, everyone!
Theme: I will always love life.
