In 1928, on the edge of the French Concession in Shanghai, steam rose from the Gaojia Baozi Shop on time every day. In the eyes of neighbors, ten-year-old Gao Xiuzhen is a well-behaved and sensible girl from Northeast China. She helps her grandparents knead dough and sell bags, and studies at St. Mary's Girls' High School after school. No one knows that this immature body hides the soul of a 48-year-old actuary.
I traveled here three years ago. My mother died young and my father stayed in France and there was no news. She restrained her sharp edge and hid in the alley's fireworks, just hoping for peace in the troubled times. Until the [Exchange Platform] was activated - the Ming Dynasty Duan Inkstone left by my mother was exchanged for 50,000 gold coins. From then on, she started the road of "waste recycling": the broken copper and iron found in the ruins of the wharf, and the unknown Song porcelain and Tang mirrors in the ghost market were all hard currency in her eyes.
Relying on the intuition of risk control in her previous life, she collected folk antiques at low prices, relied on system premiums to accumulate capital crazily, and hoarded sulfa, grain and cotton and other urgent needs in troubled times. When the interstellar mining robot "Lao Man" woke up, Gao Xiuzhen began to build an underground empire. With Baozipu as the core, silent excavation and brick-making reinforcement, the maze-like passages crisscross the Shanghai underground, connecting prisons, foreign companies and dead corners of the concession. The organs are hidden, creating a secret realm of its own.
During the day, she is an ordinary girl who settles accounts and goes around the neighborhood; at night, she is the night master who controls the earth, laying out escape routes and waiting for separated relatives and friends to defect. Prices are soaring, traitors are rampant, and war is looming over the city. Gao Xiuzhen, who has an upright outlook on life, uses a small bun shop as a shield to protect her family and friends, and secretly rescues patriots and innocent people.
Amidst the steaming fireworks of the city, she built Noah's Ark underground and blazed a bright path of life on the beach in the precarious Republic of China.
Intention: In the age of cannibalism, dignity is not given by others, but redeemed inch by inch with bricks, gold bars and the road dug by one's own hands.