Life is but a dream. 

This was not an actor’s line, but a principle. 

Over thirty years ago, when Gu Ding-Shan was still a thug, he grabbed the opportunity when it came during China’s reformation and opening up to climb up. He eventually established North Group, a business empire of his own. Unlike the Shentu clan, his clan was one with a dark history, and each step he’d taken on his path to success was one soaked in blood and sin. Standing now in an office larger than a basketball court, holding a crystal wineglass of Lafite red wine - was this feeling now not a dream? 

But it was time to awaken from this dream. 

“Director Gu, here is today’s paper.” A beautiful young secretary walked into the office. She carried a thick stack of newspapers in her hands and the top one was the National Daily. 

“Place it there,” said Gu Ding-Shan disinterestedly. 

“Director Gu, it is not good to drink in the morning,” chided the female secretary. 

Gu Ding-Shan gave a short laugh. “All right. You can go now.” 

The female secretary...