The old Shanghai is hazy, the three-story bungalows of the Bund stand on the banks of the Huangpu River, and the wide asphalt roads shimmer with grit under the dim street lamps. In the bustling city, Paramount's neon signboard is constantly changing colors, and the billboard at the door is a bewitching-looking woman with red lips and white teeth and big curls.

If the car is flowing water, the horse is like a dragon.

It is a city far from war, a paradise for the rich.

From time to time, patrol teams of police stations in crisp military green uniforms and guns with puffs around their waists patrolled from the east side of the street to the west side of the street, but they all deliberately bypassed the boundaries of Paramount Gate.

Who doesn't know who is the master behind Paramount? Jiang Lisheng, a major overlord in Shanghai, covers the sky with one hand. No one knows how big his background is, and even the outside world rarely sees his true face.

Let the outside spread be like a god, and the owner of the person just won't show his face easily. After a long time, it even makes people wonder whether Jiang Lisheng exists or not.

Su Kui woke up from the bright lights, dizzy, and in a luxurious box close to modern decoration. The sparkling crystal 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, and all dressed up fashionably, with men combing their hair in a uniform back, trousers and shirts, and wearing a small vest outside. The ladies dressed up in a variety of ways, each wearing intricate lace dresses, their hair permed into curls against their scalps, and the jewelry they wore on their wrists and necks could dazzle people's eyes when they were illuminated by the light.

Just look at the dress, you can see that everyone present is either rich or noble.

Su Kui just woke up, squinted and looked at it for a while, and sat down with a group of people present, but before she was done, someone in the room had already found that she was awake, and shouted dissatisfiedly to pull her, "Oh, Su Mao'er, you said that you are not drunk with a thousand cups, why did you just drink two sips and pour it?" Isn't that bragging? ”

It was a good-looking girl who spoke, with a immature face, probably only eighteen or nineteen years old, but she wanted to dress up maturely, and she wore a light and familiar dress, but she still felt good about herself.

This is Su Maoer's "good" best friend, the pearl of the Shanghai Superintendent's Chief, Chen Nianlan. Because she was favored at home, and with the backing of her director's father, she ate, drank and had fun unscrupulously, and there were people who were not used to it, and even more people who wanted to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and gave up all their dignity to the soles of her feet.

And Su Mao'er is the youngest and only daughter of the Overseer, and naturally she is no less precious than others.

Helplessly, Su Mao'er was a premature baby, her mother gave birth to her when she had a difficult birth, according to her father Su Shengming, she was born only a little 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 chose his name, he thought about taking a cheap name to suppress it, and if he could grow up safely in the future, it would not be too late to change his name.

So, Su Mao'er grew up stumbling like this, and Su Shengming's official became bigger and bigger, and he got used to the cat's name all day long, so he felt that this name was actually not bad, so he simply didn't change it.

Su Mao'er has a withdrawn temperament, yesterday, because she heard that her father was going to continue the string and marry the daughter of the police chief to be the eldest lady, she couldn't accept it for a while, so she secretly ran out without telling her family.

Then there was a scene in front of me, and Chen Nianlan pulled me to Paramount for recreation.

The good name says: borrow wine to kill sorrows.

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