Aftertaste of Love

I'm a rough old man, and I've never cared about relationships. I am an individual, and my relationship depends on money. To say what this love tastes like, we must first know the value of love, that is to say, how much money can be planted by a piece of love, and how many pounds of love can be bought by one dollar. I can still get along very well in a small place like Jiangcheng. Now that I am single, I have returned to my single life. In my thirty years of life, two women have passed by in a hurry but left nothing behind: one is Jiang Keqing and the other is Axin. There is no love or hate between Jiang Kerqing and me. It seems that she is very beautiful, but she is not like me...