Hong Kong, 1985

Vivian Chow is amazing... People always treat her like a naive, innocent girl. She's not like Akina Nakamori, who's obsessed with romance.

You're nothing yet. If you mess with Brigitte Lin, her sycophant or big brother might send some thug to take you down. That's the end of the book. A wise man doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. You don't have a system. Being poor means you have to be self-reliant, not because you want to, but because of the risks. You only act when you're in a position. Don't write plots that deviate from the characters' settings. Forcing extra scenes is too disjointed.

The protagonist acts like a nanny, helping his brother with his plans, and his brother thrives. But when it comes to his own brother, Liu Luanxiong confesses his love to his girlfriend in front of him (Chapter 289) and harasses him repeatedly. The protagonist doesn't say a word, only doing dirty tricks behind his back. Author, you can be cunning, but don't be a dog.

This isn't even a harem novel anymore, it's a pig-breeding novel! He gets one woman every three chapters, and even the studs in the pig farm don't have as many partners as the "pig troupe"!

His love life is a disaster. He's a player, yet he's always so dramatic—what's the point? He acted all innocent with Vivian Chow, only accepting Rosamund Kwan and Brigitte Lin after repeatedly rejecting them, and even belittling other actresses' looks. He lacks the tactics of a scumbag, but he certainly has the greasy, domineering nature of a domineering CEO.

This writer is better suited for writing monthly subscription novels; their logic is a complete mess. They know virtually nothing about economics, politics, or the entertainment industry, and their common sense is utterly laughable.

The book started off well, but it got increasingly frivolous as it went on. A harem is fine, but don't make it like a teddy bear, sleeping with every woman. The book's achievements are clearly on par with a great power's rise, yet the protagonist is still hanging around with Kim, acting like Kim's lackey and sycophant.

I feel the protagonist of this book is that friend who's involved in a triad, helping others make hundreds of millions, while he's still working hard writing a book to earn tens of thousands.

He's obsessed with sucking up to scumbags; it's disgusting. This is the lowest-class protagonist I've ever seen, completely lacking the grandeur of classic Hong Kong novels.

No way, thousands of people going to Japan to start a yakuza operation? Do you think they're dead? What do you think the Japanese yakuza are? Aren't they just black gloves for conglomerates? You think you can even beat them up? You wouldn't even get past the police.