The rain poured down just like that night in 1918. Wan Daidai pressed the fire alarm button in the elevator on the 23rd floor and took out the jade ring in the suddenly dark corridor. The emergency lights cast her shadow on the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlapping with the figure who carried a lantern to check accounts on a snowy night in Fengtian City a hundred years ago.
"It's time to settle the account." She chuckled into the void, and the Manchu text on the inner wall of her finger suddenly burned. A siren sounded downstairs, and the last WeChat message sent by the auction house customer was being automatically deleted: "Among the cultural relics salvaged from Dongting Lake, a cheongsam was found to contain methane..."
Purpose: Women can also be the master