If You Don't Use It as a Backup, That Man Named Du Fei Is Too Cruel.

When I woke up, outside the window was Shanghai in the 1930s. The rickshaw rolled over the bluestone, and the mist and rain blurred the outline of the neon lights. Du Fei looked in the mirror and saw a strange yet familiar face - round eyes, a bit handsome, but there was a fierceness in his eyes that the original owner did not have. There are two memories fighting in my mind. One paragraph is by Du Fei: He drove nails into his flesh for Lu Ruping, kneeling in the rain and begging a woman who didn't love him to look back. The other section is fragmented: a place called "Blue Star", a certain city called "Hangzhou", a certain man who is never soft-hearted in business wars and drives his opponents to a dead end. He couldn't remember the man's name. But he remembered one thing - I never had a spare tire. He lit a cigarette, and a thought emerged from the smoke: Maybe only by making this poor guy's life the way I want it to be, can I remember who I am. He Shuhuan's woman? Yi Ping, Ru Ping, Fang Yu... None of them can even think of running away. The Lu family's property? Whether the surname is Lu or Du, the answer will come soon. The underground rules of Shanghai? In this game, I am the banker. "He Shuhuan, I'll take the best of both worlds from you." "Aunt Xue, the surname of this house has been changed to Du." "Yiping, Ruping? Sorry, I don't choose this time, I want them all."