All language subtitles for BLOSSOMS.SHANGHAI.EP2.Criterion.en

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WONG KAR WAI

EPISODE 2

GOD OF WEALTH

I found him.

Take a good look at these.

After your accident,

a lot of people came looking for you.

People you owe, afraid you'd die,

people who owe you, afraid you'd live.

Pluses mean you got a red envelope,

minuses mean I paid your debt.

Stars are women. X's are conmen.

Also, look.

All in all, you owe me ¥70,000.

This doesn't look right.

I only see minus signs.

That's why I broke down the math.

Did you think you got a lot of money

and now I'm trying to scam you?

You remember Chen Liang?

Who's that?

I also couldn't remember at first.

He was into cricket fighting.

From Chuansha?

Isn't that where Fa Gen's from?

Didn't he move to Yangshupu

a couple of years ago?

You haven't talked in years, right?

After your accident,

he called over and over

to check on your condition.

Isn't that strange?

You think he was the driver?

Impossible.

It's not like we have bad blood.

That's what I thought, too.

I record every time one of
your wild friends borrows from you.

I found a record all the way back

from August, two years ago.

I lent him money to buy a cricket.

A fighting cricket named "Red Bull."

Turns out, it won all its fights,

so he paid me back.

When he wouldn't stop calling,

I decided to talk to him.

I said, Chen Liang,

Do you remember that time
you borrowed from me to buy a cricket

named "Dark Knight"?

You know what he said?

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you, Ling Zi."

So he's not Chen Liang at all.

He's an impostor.

But why?

It means this person

doesn't want us to know who he is.

So he stole a name.

Someone you know,

but no one you know well.

And he can't call Tokyo Nights.

Not bad.

"Chen Liang" was a good pick.

Either way, I told him today

Mr. Bao will be here tonight.

If you want to see him,

come at 11 pm.

If you're not scared,

just wait and see.

Heaven cares not for man's intentions.

A single moment of neglect,
and consequence will follow.

Take care, Uncle Ye.

Happy New Year.

I wish you good health.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year.

This is too much.

I'm already an old man.

Not for you, for your grandson.

Ah, he thanks you then.

Anyone come by these couple days?

No.

Thank you.

Uncle Ye is back.

Where is Mr. Bao?

He just left.

NO. 27 ON THE BUND
THE FOREIGN TRADE BUILDING

Morning, Uncle Ye.

I'm on my way to say
Happy New Year to some clients.

Can I help you?

Why did Mr. Bao leave so early?

Do you know where he went?

He went out?

I meant to see him too.

Word is they found the driver who hit him.

Everyone is asking me

who it was.

We'll know by tonight.

Let's talk in person.

Sounds good, see you tonight.

ROUGE VINTAGE STORE, JINXIAN ROAD

How do you wear this?

Let me help you.

Here.

Mr. Bao is coming tonight?

He better.

He brings all the customers.

Without customers,

Tokyo Nights will have to close.

No wonder you want to buy a bracelet.

The God of Wealth is back.

They found the person who hit him?

Was it the ghost of Golden Phoenix?

Impossible.

He haunts women.

Women can't haunt him.

So who is it then?

Ask him yourself.

Madame, the porridge is ready.

It's God of Wealth Day, is he coming?

What's it got to do with you?
Keep your mouth shut.

December 1990,

the Shenzhen Stock Exchange (SZSE)
and the Shanghai Stock Exchange (SSE)

both officially opened.

Two years later,

SSE issued rights for new stocks,

"Shanghai Stock Subscription Certificate"

creating the fledgling market's
biggest opportunity yet.

At first,
each rights certificate cost ¥30.

It scared a lot of people away.

"The stock market carries risk;
participate with caution."

Sales were abysmal.

But on the last day,

major traders calculated,

if they didn't issue more than
two million certificates,

the market value of the each one
would far exceed the subscription cost.

They were a bargain.

Every point of sale was swarmed.

I was in Anhui when I heard,

and I raced back to Shanghai that night.

When I got to Xikang Road,

there were only five minutes left.

The manager saw that
there was still a huge crowd outside.

To be cautious, he closed the doors.

We are closing.

Captain.

Make way.

Excuse me.

Don't push.

Ah Bao.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hurry up.

-What happened to your foot?
-Go on without me!

Is it stuck?

Hurry!

That push changed my fate forever.

The bull market four months later

showed investors the value of new stocks.

The price of that ¥30 certificate

grew by 160x.

I made millions overnight.

And because of these certificates,

Shanghai's top trading coalition,

The Club

extended an olive branch.

We had 14 seats.

Someone left,

so one is open.

We're all getting old.

Sooner or later,

you young folk will replace us.

But there are rules to this game.

I got it.

Captain Cai told me.

This is our first meeting.

You can listen in on the side.

There are some out-of-town stocks
to be listed.

Take a look.

See which ones are good.

Anything but 414.

So you think 414 is trash.

Correct.

These people are profiteers.

So what do you think

the initial offering price will be?

Those guys are wild,

they'll play their tricks.

No more than ¥10.

What do you think?

¥15's the ceiling.

My guess

¥25.88.

Once it's listed,

it can go up to ¥40.

Want in?

Totally up to you.

But just keep your mouth shut.

It's clearly a test.

First, they want see if you're patient

Or if you're just in it for a quick buck.

Second,

and more importantly,

Can I keep a secret.

If I tell others,

and they buy in

then the price goes up

as soon as it's listed.

They just have to check

who placed the bigger orders

and trace them back to me.

Just like that,

they'll know what kind of person I am.

Worst thing is,

they're already long on 414.

Once you buy, they sell.

You'll lose your bait with the fish.

You should thank your parents

for teaching you the bigger picture.

So I passed the test.

What's up?

Who told you that?

That's nonsense.

You did pass the test

but someone else didn't.

The stock opened at ¥25.88,

far exceeding expectations.

Greed took ahold of everyone.

We're going to be rich!

Money is in the bag!

Now this is a good stock!

The price soared immediately.

When the call auction ended,

1.5 million shares had changed hands.

That's already ¥38 million.

Thank you.

414 is no ordinary stock.

The main backer is The Club.

They're targeting ¥40.

Who'd you hear that from?

Golden Phoenix.

She said Mr. Bao is working with The Club.

¥40 a share.

That's what Doctor told Mr. Bao.

Don't listen to her nonsense.

Keep your mouth shut.

Captain,

Is this woman telling the truth?

Truth or not.

We can't act.

Mr. Bao said

they're testing us.

Let's use this to prove we're credible.

No matter the price,

our team will not make a move.

Understood.

It went up again!

It went up again!

Up again!

I'm telling you,

3: 1 leverage. All in and then some.

I put in everything I own.

Good thing I didn't listen to you.

Garbage stock?

The Club is The Club for a reason.

Didn't they call it? ¥25.88.

Tell me, if this ain't God's will
then what is it?

I don't care.

Do what you want. I'm buying.

Once I get the cash, I'll close the shop.

A day's earnings is nothing
compared to a single profitable trade.

I didn't say anything.
You think I'm stupid?

You told me not to say anything.
It will die with me.

I'll come find you.

Don't go home tonight.

Madame, someone here for you.

Coming.

Golden Phoenix was the belle of the ball.

She sang well.

Nicknamed "The Diva of Huanghe Road,"

she had countless suitors.

We visited Golden Phoenix almost daily.

Rumors were that we were together

which she never denied.

She said,

"Love is a hero's greatest weakness."

But exactly who was her hero,

nobody knew.

In fact,

414 never reached ¥40.

It peaked at ¥36.

Some say the main backer fled.

3580. Some say info was leaked.

Good thing I didn't buy in.

If I had,

I would have been fooled just like Fa Gen.

Didn't we tell him not to make a move?

You didn't know?

Fa Gen saw Golden Phoenix go all-in.

She insisted the Club would
push it to ¥40. He lost control.

He invested everything he owned.

Not just him,
a bunch of his friends and relatives.

They all followed suit.

Now look.

All trapped with no way out.

Golden Phoenix is in trouble now.

The whole world's looking for her.

She knows she messed up,

so she's on the run.

Not only is her dream dead,

Fa Gen also became collateral damage.

Where's Fa Gen?

Get help!

Everyone has a path to choose.

I thought the people behind 414

were here to scam casual traders.

But I checked the transactions,

and found them equally trapped.

All of their shares were stuck.

They only sold off 10 % of their holdings

The real winner was the Club.

They knew Golden Phoenix's man

was someone else,

but they insisted she was my rat

and pinned the whole thing on me.

I footed their bill,

as did Fa Gen and his family.

The Club tricked the whole world.

And you?

You were just an extra,

humiliated, with nothing to show for it.

Everyone who lost money on 414

is going to blame you for it.

That includes Fa Gen's family.

Cut all ties with Golden Phoenix.

And clear your name

or you'll be the biggest loser

Everyone thought

Golden Phoenix had left for her hometown.

Actually, she'd been hiding out
in a small hotel in Nanshi district.

Those who join the game

don't just go home empty-handed.

You told me about this garbage stock.

Now I've lost all my money.
I'm holding you responsible.

Take this money.

Leave Shanghai.

Everything between us?

Take it with you to the grave.

My silence is worth way more than this.

If you can't take care of this,

I'll find Doctor.

I'll tell him

you gave me the information.

Fa Gen died because of you.

Ah Bao is your scapegoat.

We might as well go down together.

Just answer me one thing.

Was anything between us real?

Money is real.

I owe Fa Gen.

I owe Ah Bao.

I owe my family.

But you I owe nothing.

Leave.

You and I are square.

Give it.

She left Shanghai that night.

The truth behind the 414 incident

left with her.

FOURTH DAY OF THE LUNAR NEW YEAR, 1993

This is the car.

This little fool's named Ah Si,

Fa Gen's son.

When we caught him,

he seemed pretty drunk.

I need certainty.

No guesswork.

Look at me, still not thorough enough.

I'll go verify, Uncle Ye.

Has the lawyer gone yet?

The lawyer said

even God couldn't save him,

unless there's proof it was an accident

caused by drunk driving.

He's lucky Mr. Bao didn't die.

If Mr. Bao met his maker,

the fool would've been a dead fool.

Go home.

Take the suitcase on the table with you.

Right after the accident,

Auntie Chub came and said

her family needed money.

Wanted to close her tab.

I settled the account.

It's good that we made some money
from the market's recent rebound.

-Take it and split it among them.
-No need. Uncle Ye.

Every record of every trade is in there.

Have them check it

-Then sign it, return it.
-There's really no need, Uncle Ye.

Uncle Ye.

Hear me out. Please.

Auntie Chub and them are easily spooked.

But this was retirement money.

Of course they'd be worried.

Uncle Ye,

these past two years,
we made a lot of money under your wing.

We never had issues.

If you suddenly end things,

they're not going to know what to do

It's not your job to be their savior.

Come on now, Uncle Ye.

Don't be angry.

They're all waiting in the lobby,

here to wish you a Happy New Year.

Mr. Bao is not here.

Mr. Bao really went to Huanghe Road?

Now that's exciting.

Mr. Bao is making his big return.

What?

Where Mr. Bao goes

is not your concern.

You're here.

Captain should be here too.

Okay.

Uncle Ye, what are you doing here so late?

I'm waiting for a phone call.

A phone call?

On this special day?

To have someone calling you so late.

The Club.

Ah Bao, he's here.

Happy New Year.

-Be careful.
-I will.

Porridge on New Year's is bad luck.

You'll be eating cheap porridge all year.

I'm lucky to be eating at all.

Was almost unable

What a scare.

So this is the famous "Mr. Bao porridge."

Look at him.

When other people eat porridge,
it's just hot water and pickled veggies.

You see how fancy he eats it?
What a capitalist.

I can't even eat porridge in peace?

Have you had dinner, Captain?

I have. Don't worry about me.

-I'll make you some tea.
-Thanks.

When my grandpa played mahjong,

he had to have porridge at half-time

with these same side-dishes.

He called this an "all-round win."

Eat it, and our luck will turn.

Madame, Ah Sao is here.

Got it.

-I'll get back to work then.
-Go ahead.

Holler if you need me.

Do you know who hit you?

Yes.

Fa Gen's son.

Looks like the Club is after Mr. Bao.

Since the 414 fiasco,

they haven't called once.

Soon as Mr. Bao turned up again,
they're knocking at our door.

Is it a setup? A trick?

If he doesn't go,

they will hold him responsible.

for Golden Phoenix's mistakes.

Then go.

Just explain everything.

If one goes, what about the other?

Uncle, you mean Captain?

Apologies, I'm here.

-Ah Sao is here.
-I'm here.

-Here, give me your jacket.
-Thank you.

How's the apartment?

I'm telling you,

Mr. Ge doesn't lease apartments,

he leases joy.

Ling Zi knows me well.

She really understands me.

Idiot.

Let me introduce, this is Ling Hong.

She owns the vintage store across the street.

Her ex-husband is a Japanese monk.

-Come on now.
-Don't mention it.

The past isn't worth bringing up.
Hurry, go.

If Mr. Bao doesn't show up soon,
I'll have to sleep here tonight.

You're the first customer today.

You're first in line.

If Mr. Bao comes, he'll see you first.

Take a seat.

Same deal as always, ¥888 Special.
It's a good deal.

-Madame, I even brought my tooth brush.
-Got it.

Qin.

¥888 Special.

Fa Gen was way too bold.

He saw the upside on 414

and put in ¥20 million,

leveraged 3:1.

He was told not to make a move

but he wouldn't listen.

He wouldn't quit,

not until the brokerage shut it all down.

And then what?

Not only did he bottom out,

but he also owed ¥88k to the brokerage.

Poor man.

Out of the ¥20 million,
only a few mill was his own money.

The rest was friends and family,

coworkers, neighbors.

Almost all working class families.

The money was gone overnight.

How could he stand it?

Those were pennies pinched,

one bowl of porridge,
one plate of pickled veggies at a time.

Fa Gen couldn't face everyone.

And he lost his life.

We abide by the law.

We don't cheat. We don't steal.

Ah Si is too reckless.

It was his dad who lost big.

How could he blame you?

He got drunk and hit you
with his father's car.

Where's the sense in that?

Of course he's resentful.

I have respect for him though.

He honored his dad's wishes

to be buried back home

in the soil that birthed him.

He risked his life
to break into the mortuary,

He risked his life to break into the mortuary,

carried out his father's body,

and drove all night
back to the countryside.

No small feat.

He's Fa Gen's only son, and he's mute.

Help him.

Of course.

Let's see what the lawyer can do.

Can't Captain clear it all up?

The one who introduced Mr. Bao
to Doctor was Captain.

And Golden Phoenix was his girlfriend.

He's the one who left this mess.

Now he lets others clean it for him?
You don't do that to your friends.

If he wants to be fair
to his friends today,

how will he face his family tomorrow?

No wonder Mr. Bao said nothing.

The Club just need a scapegoat.

If it's not Captain, it's Mr. Bao.

Mr. Bao will never sell out his friends.

We'll see if Captain will.

Ning Bo and I chipped in.

We were going to ask you
to give it to Fa Gen's family.

Who knew I'd get hit by a car.

Could I trouble you to deliver it?

I figured their family
needs the money now more than ever.

One day,

if someone brings up the Peace Hotel,

you can bet they'll mention
January 1st, 1993.

A car accident outside of it.

300,000 in cash, carpeted the street.

Fa Gen was his family's only breadwinner.

It couldn't have been easy.

The market is ruthless.

More friends wiped out each year.

We started trading stocks in 1985.
The group we started with

barely has anyone left.

The successful ones,

you can count with one hand.

The rest of them either lost a lot,

or lost it all.

Survival of the fittest.

I believe in the other saying,

the market is always right.

Only we can be wrong.

In too early, or out too late,

either way we'll take a beating.

You steer your own ship,

you row your own oars.

Protect yourself,

and your chances of winning
will always be worth the risk.

Just be careful.

For people like us,

whether we make one million, or ten,

this is just the life we live.

Heed my advice.

When it's time to fold,

fold.

I know.

Say bye to Ling Zi for me.

She's busy with customers.

Good.

Take care.

Bring the beers to Table One please.

Madame.

What?

When exactly is Mr. Bao coming?

If he doesn't come,
who is going to reimburse my ¥888 Special?

Mr. Bao said "soon,"

How do I know what "soon" means?

-Beers please!
-New Year ¥888 Special

Spring Festival ¥888 Special,
¥666 Special on the 15th,

Now a God of Wealth ¥888 Special.

How many times have you tricked me?

Captain never plays it safe.

His words were actually a warning

from the Club.

Thank you.

Coming doesn't prove innocence.

Staying away doesn't prove guilt.

Mr. Bao said it.

His conscience is clear.

See you.

Captain went? And said what?

He went before dinner.

I'm not pleading for Mr. Bao,

but just to be fair,

with 13 people,

and zero evidence,

how can you be sure

Mr. Bao was the rat?

Among us,

only you and Mr. Bao are new.

Before you got involved,

we never had any problems.

Today you came,

Mr. Bao didn't.

Doesn't that speak for itself?

Mr. Bao never even touched 414.

He never dives if he can't see the bottom.

Sure, he didn't buy any. F

But what about Golden Phoenix's orders

bulk-buying 414?

Tell him it's over.

We will never collaborate again.

Isn't Mr. Bao in foreign trade?

He can focus on that moving forward.

Captain wasn't born yesterday,

but scheme all he could,

he still fell into the Club's trap.

Of all traps we mortals face,

love reigns supreme.

How can we blame a mere Captain
for losing that battle?

What about Mr. Bao, Uncle Ye?

Why did he cover for Captain?

What is this?

Uncle Ye,

of course I recognize this.

This is what changed our fortune.

A rights certificate.

Wrong.

It's a favor.

Cost ¥30 in 1990.

but much costly to return as favor.

Move it.

The customers are getting impatient.

Beer?

Beer in this cold weather?

You may as well go to Huanghe Road.

These people are all here for you.

I only have two stoves

and a dozen seats.

I'm too busy to even sit.

What are they eating out there?

"The Eight Immortals."

What eight immortals?

The fishy kind.

Last two days' leftover shrimp and crab.
Seafood stew.

You really are a businesswoman.

Looks like we'll turn a profit soon.

As if it's that easy.

They say, when starting a business,
expect three years of losses.

A guy with profits like yours,

on such a hot streak.

Let Tokyo Nights cool you down.

Balance it out, right?

This way, the business lasts.

I'm telling you,

that stuff may have worked in Japan,

but you can't play me.

Who's playing who?

New bracelet.

Pretty? Like it?

I told Ling Hong to get it for me.

Kill me.

Is this part of operating costs too?

Why not?

The Madame needs it to operate.

Your investor eats porridge alone,

and you're buying diamond bracelets?

Only you.

You want delicacies?

Go to Huanghe Road.

I won't stop you.

The two guests by the door
have been waiting since New Year's Eve.

Then don't charge them.

You said it, not me.

Here,

sign.

And the bills from yesterday.

Going to talk to the Club?

Who cares about the Club.

Uncle Ye's expecting me.

Alright, alright.

Madame, Mr. Ge is going home.

Coming.

Is Mr. Bao coming or not?

How would I know?

It's already the 4th.

Let's just light the firecrackers.

Come on.

We've been waiting all day.
What's even the point, really!

Ling Zi hasn't approved. Who dares?

Of course.

Let's go. Firecrackers.

Let's go.

Is Mr. Bao here?

Forget him, firecrackers first.

Go back and tell Auntie Chub

It's not just Mr. Bao steering the ship.

From now on,

he likely won't be visiting anymore.

Wait, Uncle Ye.

You can't leave us like this.

I'll get it.

Excuse me, is Uncle Ye here?

This is for Mr. Bao.

For Mr. Bao?

Madame, they found the person who hit Mr. Bao.

That's good.

Send another invitation.

A token of The Grand Lisbon's sincerity.

Already sent.

An invitation every day.

Looks like this Madame is adamant.

She has to get Mr. Bao there.

Uncle Ye.

A new shop needs a flashy stunt.

Can't help that Mr. Bao

has been crushing it these two years.

Mr. Bao's arrived.

He juggles foreign trade in one hand,
stocks in the other.

Simply unstoppable.

Everywhere he goes,

a crowd follows.

Hopeful business suitors

line up across three boroughs.

What does this mean for a new shop?

Buzz.

Renown.

Business.

Money.

A good lie distorts what's real.

The Grand Lisbon seems well-backed.

Keep an eye on them.

Huanghe Road is merely 755 meters.

Every restaurant has a specialty,

but they vie for the same customers.

Tonight is special.

The God of Wealth countdown.

An all-out firefight.

Last year the winner was Mei Lin Garden.

The year before, The Red Heron.
Who knows about this year?

This year's champion

has to be us, Mei Lin Garden.

I'm telling you,

Mei Lin Garden is second to none.

Not necessarily.

Then who do you think?

Every year the flowers blossom,

but people come and go.

On Huanghe Road,

The only constant in the past two years

is Miss Wang,

ever scrappy, ever daring.

Jing Xiu, my friend.

Happy New Year, Miss Wang.
Long time no see.

How are you?

I wanted to ask you,

who said Mr. Bao went blind?

Not me, some businessman from Hangzhou.

Where is he?

Mei Lin Garden.

Thank you.

So pretty.

Life

is all about opportunity.

Grab onto it,

and you'll soar.

On Huanghe Road, in Shanghai

You can establish your foothold.

If your miss your chance,

go back to running a small local business.

I'm at the crossroads of my life.

Take the right step, and I'll have made it.

Mr. Fan,

you've been boasting all night.

What business are you doing with Mr. Bao?

It's a secret.

Madame,

that Hangzhou guy claims Mr. Bao is his partner.

Yet he can't afford a private room?

Impossible.

Actually it's Mr. Bao and Miss Wang.

You know Miss Wang too?

Of course.

He's close with Miss Wang too.

If he really knows Miss Wang,
I'll eat my shoe.

Miss Wang, Happy New Year.

Miss Wang!

Happy New Year.

Miss Wang is here.

All by yourself?
Mr. Bao didn't come with you.

I hear Mr. Bao is blind

Who told you that? Nonsense.

That man from Hangzhou.

Speak of the devil.

Miss Wang.

Miss Wang, here.

Mr. Fan, come over here.
I need to talk to you.

Why are you telling people
that Mr. Bao lost his vision?

You're said it, not me.

Miss Wang,

you asked me to trade eyeballs with him.

Did you forget?

Let me ask you,

what did you promise Mr. Bao?

That I'll be back after New Year's.

Today is the 4th,

and I'm already here.

Miss Wang.

I'll be honest with you.

I didn't go home for New Year's.

I waited here this whole time.

I was afraid if I went home,
the deal would be off.

Mr. Fan and Mr. Bao

exactly what are they up to?

If Miss Wang is this committed,

It must be a big order
for the Trade Office.

If Mr. Bao didn't have an accident,
this deal would already be done.

On the wealth-wishing night,

Mr. Bao always visits Huanghe Road.

Is he coming this year?

It's too early to tell.

Didn't they find the person who hit him?

Is he coming? When is he coming?

Only Miss Wang would know.

Tomorrow, 7pm at The Red Heron.

Mr. Bao said so?

Mr. Bao said so. I'm leaving.

Miss Wang.

Thank you.

Looks like victory is on its way.

Who said I was bragging?

Miss Wang, you're leaving?

We're about to greet the God of Wealth.

I'm Cinderella. Gotta go.

You'll always be Snow White to me.

Madame, I heard Mr. Bao

will meet Mr. Fan at Red Heron tomorrow.

I'll make him come.

Have you sent an invitation to Mr. Fan?

Mr. Fan.

From this day on,

you're like a brother to me.

Consider me your sister.

Mei Lin Garden is your home.

Your very own

home turf.

I would have never thought

the people of Huanghe Road

would be nicer to me

than my own wife.

Big brother, that's not quite it.

It's not "the people" who are good to you.

It's me, Meilin.

Booze all around, let's drink!

Have a drink with me!

Come on.

No.

Have a drink!

Mr. Fan.

Which one is Mr. Fan?

So the Manager from across the street

has come with a grand opening invite.

Don't worry about her.

These invitations are reserved

for the well respected.

What is this nonsense?

I just saw Jing Xiu get one.

Is the other one for you?

Don't be silly.

I am just a nobody got to Shanghai.

You're all making fun of me.

I can tell.

Drink!

Westlake Knitwear Factory.

Fan Xin Hua. Mr. Fan.

Here!

Manager Pan. Fan Xin Hua

Mr. Fan is here.

Mr. Fan.

Manager Pan, what's the meaning of this?

Mr. Fan, tomorrow is our grand opening.

We invite you to dine with us.

See you tomorrow.

Turns out, Mr. Fan kept it all to himself.

He's good!

Impressive!

What's up with today?

I have a new little sister too.

Me, your sister?

Move.

This.

¥10,000 a piece.

¥10,000?

Custom-made.

So expensive!

There are only three in all of Shanghai.

One gets lit today,

two more tomorrow for the grand opening.

Impressive, right?

What do you mean?

How much extra did the Madame
pay you for your cigarettes?

Why are you advertising for her?

Madame, wishing you good fortune.

Take this lighter.

Uncle Ye, you're back.

I'm starving.

You are still playing mahjong.

Uncle Ye, your porridge is ready.

Why are you back so late?

Because of you.

Give me your coat.

Captain met with Doctor.

He sure moves fast.

How are you going to explain?

When we met Doctor,

it was just me and Captain.

After 414, it's either him or me.

Two suspects,

only one can be innocent.

He got played by love.
You got hit by a car.

And you still want to shoulder the blame?

It's too unfair.

You came from nothing

to become the Mr. Bao of today.

It wasn't easy.

And now what?

You plan to start over?

Captain jumpstarted my career.

For this to happen,

he must have his reasons.

I can shoulder this for him.

Consider it a favor repaid.

Do you believe me?

As long as foreign trade goes well,

when the time comes
all the guys of the Club combined,

won't compare to one Mr. Bao.

Actions speak louder than words.

The times are pushing forward, Uncle.

But you're falling behind.

Told you not to go. You went anyway.

Look what happened.

Come quickly, Miss Wang is losing big.

Shush.

Miss Wang.

Hurry up. Don't just dawdle over there.

Take your time.

I'm coming.

Here, take one.

On my mark.

One.

Two.

Three.

Come, Uncle Ye.

Have some sweet dumplings.

Sure. Thank you.

Come here. Play.

I don't know how to play.

Tears of regret,

Fill these eyes.

The heart of past,

Forms thoughts of present,

An everlasting regrets.

January 26th, 1993 was

on the 4th day of the new lunar year.

I didn't pray to the God of Wealth.

I preferred the blessing of peace.

The Grand Lisbon dropped from the clouds.

Little did I know it would be my doom.

Everything was already decided for me.

There was no other ending.