Against the Market

Chengdu has a lot of rain, and only a few sunny days a year. Where the sun cannot penetrate, there is a trading market. Here, everything can be redeemed - a life, a lawsuit that must be lost, a past event that I dare not think about again, and a person's determination. As long as you can afford the equivalent price. Gu Heng was once the best handler in the market and was known as the "accurate hand". He could tell how long something had been in someone's hands and whose hand it was the most important to. Twelve years ago, he made a deal that shouldn't have happened and lost himself. He stopped and hid in the depths of an old alley guarding a pawn shop, refusing to look at anything again. Until an old deed came to my door. The paper has been pressed for twelve years, and the ink was only dry last night; the signature is his name, but the handwriting is his today. There are eight words in the deed: repayment within a time limit, and forced repayment if overdue. And the name in the recovery column was the person he had been hiding for twelve years and risking his life to protect. It can't be burned, it can't be torn, it can't be hidden. Then he would go back to the city that he swore he would never set foot in again, and settle this debt with his own hands. Nothing on the scale is free - he knows better than anyone else that even he is on the scale.