I Sold Coffee in the Republic of China

In the 23rd year of the Republic of China, the Shanghai Concession was a busy place with foreign affairs, and under the prosperity there was an undercurrent. Western coffee has lost its label as an imported luxury product and has become a carrier of new urban social interactions. It has also become a secret haven in troubled times. The protagonist hides his past identity and runs a small cafe in a corner of the street, making a living by making coffee and entertaining customers. During the day, the shop is bustling with fireworks, and there are international students, literati, and ordinary people coming and going. A cup of bitter coffee can accommodate all kinds of life, and hides the gentleness of the streets unique to the Republic of China. But behind the aroma of coffee lies unknown lurking and perseverance. The seemingly idle daily business life is a cover for the dormant protagonist. In the chatter of diners and the flow of people, there is hidden information about the current situation and the game between all parties. The mountains and rivers are in turmoil, the storm is coming, and the stable market life is fragile after all. The protagonist uses Fangcun Cafe as his base, hides his original intention in the world of fireworks, and endures the ups and downs of the troubled times, hiding and dealing with all parties. From making a stable living to standing up to save the country, using an ordinary shop as a blade and silent persistence as a light, in the glitz and darkness of a ten-mile foreign market, he writes about the passionate journey of ordinary people to their homeland in troubled times.