1930, Shanghai.
The lights of Shili Foreign Market stay up all night, and the shantytowns in Zhabei are starving for food.
As soon as Lin Wan opened her eyes, she became a rootless gangster in troubled times.
There is no system, no prophet, no nobles, not even household registration.
All she can rely on is a pen.
Hide your real name, choose a masculine pen name, and anonymously write about your business to tabloids, earning money for each word.
The hooligans charge monthly farm fees, food prices rise at any time, and household registration verification comes at any time.
Living in a shantytown is like walking on a knife's edge every day.
She doesn't seek wealth, marriage, or counterattack.
I just want to save enough money, apply for a temporary residence permit, and move out of this shack that eats people.
Lu An, a patrolman in the concession, is carrying the livelihood of his family and is trapped in the shackles of the system.
The two of them would occasionally pass each other on the streets of Huajie, and they would think twice before even nodding.
It's instinct to be tempted, and it's a capital offense to get close.
For orphans in troubled times, marriage is not their destination, but another prison.
She chose to be alone and spend the rest of her life alone.
Purpose: The individual survival and dignity of ordinary people in troubled times. The heroine does not rely on chance encounters with golden fingers. In the torrent of the times, she fights against the unpredictable fate of the bottom with prudence and knowledge, and fights for a foothold with a piece of household registration. Love is not salvation, but a mutual support of two-way restraint in a desperate situation. People save themselves first, and then they can rely on each other.