1985: the King of Bad Movies in Hong Kong

1985, Xiangjiang. Shen Muzhi woke up lying on the cement floor, his face was stepped on, and his mouth tasted like blood. The predecessor left behind a mess: the company was an empty shell, his father left behind a debt of 3 million, the official seal was taken away by the society, and if the money was not paid within 60 days, Scar came to take over. Misfortunes never come singly, and just when he thought there was no way out, a voice with a Hong Kong accent sounded in his head. "Boss, the system has been activated. Core mechanism: loss rebate. The net loss of the project is multiplied by the multiple and returned to the host's private account." Shen Muzhi was silent for three seconds, and then began to settle accounts. If you lose 500,000 yuan, you can get 2.5 Million yuan at the lowest rate of five times. Enough to pay off the debt, enough to go ashore. From that day on, Shen Muzhi only did one thing - Try your best to lose money legally and compliantly. He found old directors who had been forgotten by the industry, signed extra actors that no one wanted, and made a tragedy that everyone said was bound to be a loss. Then he discovered that there seemed to be... Something really good about this drama. This is a story about the golden age of Hong Kong's entertainment industry. It's about those people who have been playing side roles all their lives, about the last breath of film in that era, and about how a time traveler carves a way out of chaos.