Gamemaker: Yi

He repaired rice cookers for fifteen yuan each. In the alley next to the Shenzhen-Hong Kong wet market, his shop doesn't even have a sign. Neighbors called him Lao Lu. They thought he was a man of few words and a steady hand, and he did a decent job, but he was too quiet, as if nothing happened. No one knows that he once single-handedly planned the collapse of a thirty billion empire. No one knows that every step of the most sophisticated bureaucracies in the Shenzhen-Hong Kong business world was planned by him. No one knew his name - it had been erased from all records. Everything he did became the work of another person. The person he loved was imprisoned in a sanatorium. The traces of his life were as if they had never existed. He didn't disappear. He is waiting. Waiting for the day an old business card is recognized. Waiting for the person sitting behind the tea and smiling, he found that the person sitting opposite was not his opponent, but the owner of the entire chessboard. Wait until everyone understands one thing—— **You think you are playing chess, but in fact you are also a chess piece. ** **And I am never on the chessboard. **