On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, Ling Wu, a second-generation rich man, suddenly went to the used book market on a whim. At an inconspicuous stall, he spotted a unique old book at a glance - "Three Hundred Tang Poems".
Illiterate Ling Wu: "wtf? 'Image'? 'Image'? What is 'poetry eye'?"
Illiterate Ling Wu; "Three hundred poems? Do we have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?"
Simon adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "'Three hundred' is a function word, meaning a lot."
Ling Wuxingyan said: "Boss! Please lead me!"
Intention: Life is by no means a dead end, there is always a way for us to survive.