Zhou Ping'an is twenty-nine, works in operations at an ordinary company, earns 6,800 yuan a month, and keeps his bank balance hovering at the dangerous level of “spend any more and I’ll have to borrow from Huabei.”
One night, he passes a lottery shop as usual and casually buys a ticket with a set of numbers. The next day, the shop owner stares at the winning numbers on the machine for three seconds, rolls his eyes back, and nearly ends up in the hospital before Zhou does.
He’s won fifty million yuan.
The problem is, Zhou Ping'an has no idea how to be rich.
Afraid he’ll lose the ticket, he wraps it in three layers of cling film and stuffs it into his sock;
Afraid his parents won’t believe him, he cautiously tells them he’s “maybe made a little money,” only for his mother to suspect he’s joined a pyramid scheme;
He tries to keep a low profile, but the bank manager, his former boss, distant relatives, old classmates he hasn’t spoken to in years, and an ex who suddenly grows affectionate all come sniffing around.
The money arrived too quickly. His life hasn’t caught up.
After becoming rich, he discovers for the first time that not every grievance has to be swallowed, not every relationship has to be maintained, and not every life has to be settled for.
It’s just that he still hasn’t learned how to live a life that’s truly his own.
