The mist and rain in old Shanghai are hazy, the three-story bungalows on the Bund stand on the banks of the Huangpu River, and the wide asphalt road is shining with gravel light under the dim yellow street lamp. In the bustling city, the neon red signs of Paramount are constantly changing colors, and on the billboard at the door is a woman with enchanting looks, red lips and white teeth with big curls.
The car is flowing, and the horse is swimming in the dragon.
This is a city far away from war and a paradise for the rich.
From time to time on the street, the police station's patrol team wore neat military-green uniforms with guns attached to their waists. They patrolled from the east of the street to the west of the street, but they deliberately bypassed the border of Paramount.
Who does not know, who is behind Paramount? Jiang Linsheng, a major overlord of Shanghai, only covers the sky with his hands. No one knows how old his background is, and even the outside world rarely sees his true face.
If you let it spread to the outside world, people just don't show up easily. After a long time, people even doubt whether Jiang Lingsheng exists or not.
Su Kui woke up from the feasting, dizzy, and she was in a luxurious box close to modern decoration. The crystal long table was filled with bottles and jars, and the smell of wine rendered every inch of air in the box.
The men and women around them laughed at each other, drank and sang, all dressed stylishly. The men had a uniform back-comb hair style, trousers and shirts, and a small waistcoat on the outside. The ladies' dresses changed. They all wore intricately patterned lace dresses. Their hair was curled against the scalp, and the jewellery worn on the wrists and necks could be dazzled by the light.
Just by looking at the dress, we know that everyone present is rich and noble.
Su Kui just woke up, squinted his eyes for a while, and checked the group of people present. It was not finished yet. Someone in the room found out that she was awake, and yelled dissatisfiedly to pull her, "Oh, Su Maoer, say yes. You’re not drunk in a thousand cups, how come you just drank two sips and fell down? Isn’t that bragging
The girl who was talking was a good-looking girl with a naive face of only about eighteen or nineteen years old. She had to be mature and dressed. She was wearing a lightly familiar dress, but she still felt good about herself.
This is Su Maoer's "good" bestie, and Chen Nianlan, the jewel in the palm of the Shanghai Superintendent. Relying on being spoiled at home and backed by her director's father, she eats, drinks, and plays unscrupulously. There are people who can't understand it, and even people who have to kneel down and beg for mercy, and give her dignity to the soles of her feet.
And Su Mao'er, the youngest and only daughter of the warlord, is naturally no less precious than others.
Helplessly, Su Mao'er was a premature baby. Her mother had a dystocia when she gave birth. According to her father Su Shengming, she was born only as big as a fist, curled up like a small milk cat. Her father was worried that he would not be able to support him, so when he named him, he thought about taking a bad name to put pressure on him. If he can grow up safely in the future, it won't be too late to change his name.
So Su Mao'er grew up stumbling and stumbling, and Su Sheng's famous official became bigger and bigger. He got used to calling Maoer Maoer all day long, and felt that the name was actually good, so he just didn't change it.
Su Mao'er has a withdrawn temperament. Yesterday, she heard someone say that her father wanted to continue to marry the daughter of the police chief as a eldest wife. She couldn't accept it for a while, so she secretly ran out without telling her family.
Then there was the scene in front of him, and Chen Nianlan was dragged to Paramount for entertainment.
The good name is: to relieve sorrow with wine.