In her previous life, she was the humblest apprentice in the Teochew opera troupe.
The stepmother was hypocritical and sold her to the leader "Lame Dragon" to pay off her debt.
The body was locked with iron chains, the sky was dark, and a bowl of poison ruined the life of a nineteen-year-old.
When I opened my eyes, I was transported back to 1962 - the eve of the independence of British Malaya.
Anti-Chinese undercurrents were surging, and corruption was rampant, with the colonial government and underground forces colluding in collusion.
She is still the thin apprentice of Daomadan, but her eyes have been tempered with the cold light of hell.
This time, she didn't kneel, cry, or beg.
On the stage, she changed her lyrics and songs to angrily scold her stepmother, and a performance of "Chai Fang Hui" made all the Chaoshan folks in the audience draw their swords to defend each other.
Off the stage, she borrowed a letter from overseas Chinese to short-sell the tin mine, making a net profit of 500 silver dollars per order, and put up the golden sign of "Chaoyin Trading Company".
She used Teochew opera singing to weave an intelligence network, used theatrical troupe tours to connect Nanyang Chinese, and used red-turbaned female workers to build transportation lines——
From docks to mines, from casinos to the political arena, a "tidal wave" covering the Malay Peninsula is quietly closing its net.
When the leader led fifty thugs to destroy the place, she flicked her sleeves——
A sharpened dagger slipped out of his sleeve and he pointed it at the evil dragon in public.
Hundreds of Chaoshan folks pulled out poles, kitchen knives, and hoes from under their seats and stood up in unison.
The table is full of real knives. One twist can determine life or death.
[Every line on the stage is a murderous knife.
[You owed me a life in my previous life. In this life, I want your entire gang to be buried with you.
Concept: Opera, traditional culture