All language subtitles for BLOSSOMS.SHANGHAI.EP6.Criterion.en

Created & Directed by
WONG KAR WAI

EPISODE 6

SILENCE IS GOLDEN

I was just going for dinner.

But now,

I'd like to go see

just what she's capable of.

Madame,

Mr. Bao is here.

But he wouldn't come through the front.

He insisted on entering
through the kitchen.

Amateurs watch the front gate.

An expert

observes the back door.

Hello, Mr. Bao.

Hello.

Quite the party.

Looking good.

My man.

Business looks good.

Why come in through the back, Mr. Bao?

When I visit Macau's Grand Lisboa,
I never go through the front.

The atmosphere is too intense.

We were indeed inspired by their décor,

but we're just a restaurant.

It's not like that here.

Please.

Does Mr. Bao go to Macau often?

Only to bail people out.

I hear the owner of Casino Lisboa

is Miss Li Li's relative?

That's just a common joke in Macau.

"Anyone who wins money
must be related to the owner."

Then you must have won a lot.

Just enough...

to start this place.

One room at Casino Lisboa

is always under renovation.

Because in Cantonese,

"renovation" sounds like "harvest".

It wishes gamblers a bountiful harvest.

First time I've heard that.

Please.

I hear Madame has a private room

still under renovation.

Could I get a tour?

Once it's ready,

you're certainly welcome.

I'm afraid of the cost.

It's for friends of the restaurant.

There's no cost.

Please excuse me. I'm needed upstairs.

Manager Pan,

show Mr. Bao to the Joy Room.

Explain tonight's menu.

This way, Mr. Bao.

Tonight's room is The Grand Lisbon's best.

Madame tells me

Mr. Bao know his Shanghai cuisine.

Our specialty is Cantonese.
Different, but also delicious.

Cantonese cuisine, huh?

Then one dish is enough.

Beef Chow Fun?

Yes.

That's all he ordered.

He came to test us.

Beef Chow Fun

needs a lot of oil.

But the best Beef Chow Fun,

when finished,

leaves no grease behind on the plate.

A traditional Chinese wok

heats up too quickly,

making it almost impossible

to get the oil right.

That's why

we use a Western skillet.

to make the noodles chewy

but not greasy.

Wait.

Manager Pan, I'll see you.

This way.

-Manager Pan!
-Take care.

Have you seen Mr. Bao?

What's the matter, isn't he upstairs?

No, he's gone.

To taste its true flavor,

it must be eaten the moment it's ready.

A connoisseur.

Hello Madame.

Cigarette, Mr. Bao?

Those are nice cigarettes.

A gift from a friend.

I'll eat first.

Do you have tea?

Bring some tea!

Mr. Bao knows his stuff.

Even the fastest waitress

is slower than you waiting by the stove

and eating fresh from the pan.

Chef's technique
is the most refined on Huanghe Road.

Neither overdone,

nor undercooked.

Mr. Bao,

you flatter me.

I'll get back to work.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Replaced the gas pipes?

We did it before we opened.

That was quite something.

To replace the pipes,

you shut down half the road...

Where's Miss Wang?

I haven't seen her.

Miss Wang, good evening.

Hello.

-Hello, Manager Pan.
-Miss Wang.

Where's Mr. Bao?

I'll show you to him.

You're sure full of strange ideas.

I've been here many times,
but I've never eaten in the kitchen.

As I said,

I'm buying dinner as an apology.

I have to get creative.

Order whatever you want.

There's a minimum charge.

Minimum charge?

For two Beef Chow Fun?

Do they take us for idiots?

There are no idiots here.

Sure, Huanghe Road's dining rooms

have minimum charges of a few thousand.

But you know,

the people in them have their eyes set

on making millions.

A lobster on a plate

is an opportunity in your hand.

Each fancy meal is a chance

to win a favor

or ask for one.

But after these fancy dinners,

when you get home,

you just want some warm porridge

and some pickled radish.

Only eating these two things

can complete the day.

That depends on the person.

I don't care for it.

We never have lobsters together.

We eat spare-ribs and rice cakes,

and our business turned out okay.

If everyone turned into you,

then great,

Huanghe Road's going out of business.

No matter how good this food is,

nothing compares
to spare-ribs and rice cakes.

Madame,

what should we charge Mr. Bao?

Rooms have a minimum charge.

Mr. Bao knows that.

No idiots here, huh?

You're the idiot.

Two dishes for ¥2,000?

What's wrong with you?

Listen to me.

This whole day,

they've kept the room ready for us.

We changed our minds

and left the room.

We still have to pay.

Right?

Wrong.

Where are you going?

Manager, do you have takeout boxes?

-We sure do, Miss Wang.
-No way.

Mr. Bao, sorry about the large bill.

Not at all.

The bill is about to get bigger.

What do you mean?

Fried prawns, grilled anchovies,
three-piece dim sum, all boxed.

No anchovies. Mr. Bao doesn't eat fish.

Have we hit it?

Not yet. How about abalone?

Too chewy. Uncle Ye can't eat them.

-Give me an opportunity.
-What?

This is an opportunity. Give me two.

You might not like what I have to say.

Please do tell.

I think The Grand Lisbon

won't last three months.

Miss Wang. It's too heavy.

Do you need help?

Look, I got it.

What are you talking about?

I was saying,

flowers don't bloom forever.

Thank you for the warning.

We should all watch out.

Look.

¥2,000 exactly.

Wait for me!

What was that?

Flowers don't bloom forever?
What do you mean?

Do you take special interest
in restaurant Madames?

I should quit my job
and open a restaurant myself.

Take these home to your dad.

No way.

If he finds out I took food home
from a business dinner,

he'll freak out.

-I'll give them to Jingxiu then.
-Absolutely not.

Fine, get in. Aren't you cold?

Watch out! Don't spill the soup.

I know.

Mr. Bao.

Mr. Bao, our Madame says,

your first visit should include a gift.

A token of our appreciation.

Thank her for me.

Will do. Take care, Mr. Bao.

Mr. Bao, how was the Beef Chow Fun?

You know everything, don't you?

I care about you.

¥2,000 for some Beef Chow Fun?

How exciting.

I don't see any problems.

That's the biggest problem.

Mr. Fan's factory didn't make these.

Then who did?

Don't know.

I have Ning Bo investigating.

Could Mr. Fan be behind this?

Mr. Fan wants to launch San Yang

as a name brand.

He wouldn't pull these tricks

and jeopardize that.

Who gave you this knock-off?

Li Li.

She should know who did this.

She owns a restaurant.

She does business with everyone.

Warning me is already a big favor.

Say any more and people will get upset.

The shirts we paid for haven't arrived,

and the knock-offs are already here.

If word gets out,

it will spread like fire.

That's why time is precious.

We can't play it slow anymore.

Let's not wait until summer.

Then what?

Next week is Valentine's Day.

We launch San Yang early.

Park the truck carefully.

Watch your feet. It's wet.
These are clothes, okay?

You San Yang guys
can just let us handle it.

Hey, why are we unloading
in such a wet area?

Hello, Mr. Fan. My name is Zhang Fukang.

I'm a manager at Hulian.

I'm in charge here.

Mr. Xu is out of town,
researching supermarkets.

Supermarkets?

Self-service stores.

Before he left,
he told me to take care of you.

So you'll only unload 10,000 shirts today?

I don't have that kind of power.

It was Mr. Bao's decision.

He said 10,000,
5,000 men's, 5,000 women's.

Just to cover the counters.

Why not keep more in stock?

A guy as smart as Mr. Bao
must have his reasons.

Hurry up.

"Welcome San Yang Brand To Shanghai"

We need to put these out by lunch.

Quick. Come unload.

Where is Li? We have a meeting.

I'll get him.

Mr. Zhang, cigarette?

No thank you.

Has Mr. Bao been here?

Mr. Zhang, did you know?

We planned to launch in the summer,

but now it's on Valentine's Day.

With the weather so cold,

I don't even know if
people will want to buy my T-shirts.

But I remember
my favorite TV star is coming.

That puts my mind at ease.

I can't wait to meet her.

Is she here yet?

Can I get an autograph for my guys?

That's been canceled.

But we hired models.

Canceled?

Mr. Zhang, Mr. Bao hasn't come.

Mr. Xu isn't here either.

What if the counter is in a bad location?

What if some other event
steals the spotlight?

Won't happen.

I've noted your concerns.

I'll relay them to Mr. Bao and Mr. Xu.

You don't understand.

I think Mr. Bao should be here today.

Only he can spot the problems,

call out the problems,

and solve the problems.

I understand.

Mr. Fan, you're stressed out.

You're nervous.

Well, of course.

I'm an outsider to Hulian.

What will happen tomorrow,
right now I have absolutely no--

Mr Fan, listen to me.

This isn't Hulian's first product launch.

We'll adjust to every circumstance.

Just leave it to us, don't worry.

But I do worry, Mr. Zhang.

This is just another product to you,

but to me,

these 800,000 T-shirts
are all I have, understand?

I understand.

How could you understand?

I'm done talking to you.

Where are you going, Mr. Fan?

To find Mr. Bao. He has to do something.

Mr. Fan.

Be careful! The ground is wet.

You can't just throw the boxes down.

What's wrong with you?

Be more gentle, everyone!

Wait, it's this way, right?

Mr. Bao is out.

Mr. Fan.

Don't panic.

We are a team.

While you focus on the now,

we'll help chart the future.

One pack, please.

Hello.

Here, take it.

Be careful with that.

Everyone,

put everything on the second floor.

Once it's filled, use the first floor.

Pile them in.

Over there.

-Hold on.
-Also you--

What?

Don't touch these shirts.

What do you mean?

Who do you think I am?

You think I'll give up my morals
for a couple of your T-shirts?

I cleared out space for you
and this is what I get?

You have no conscience.

Storing your stuff here
is like storing it in a safe.

Don't worry.

They're not going anywhere.

Ten more Beef Chow Fun.

That's all anyone's ordering,

like it's the only dish we sell.

Go away.

Let them know out there
there are only five Beef Chow Fun left.

Word got out yesterday
as soon as Mr. Bao left.

The rooms are fully booked
for the next week.

At this rate,

we won't just survive three months,

we might even surpass The Red Heron.

Whether Mr. Bao meant to or not,

the rumors of his three month prophecy

made us the talk of the town.

People love a good rumor.

No wonder you gave him a gift
even after he provoked us.

I get it now.

Go order some flyers.

And starting tomorrow,
we no longer sell Beef Chow Fun by itself.

Every lobster comes with
a "Mr. Bao Chow Fun." Dine-in only.

-Buy one get one free.
-So lobsters are half off?

That's 200 lobsters a day, 6,000 a month.

Order from the one named Tao Tao.

Three months' supply.

Tao Tao is Mr. Bao's friend.

Exactly.

If we're going to close in three months
like Mr. Bao predicted,

there's no way he will sell to us.

Okay, say no more.

Of course I accept.

Six thousand lobsters?

You need a powerful supplier

with solid connections.

Right?

You know who backs me, don't you?

Okay.

It's decided.

Here.

-Mr. Ge, make yourself at home.
-Okay.

I'm thinking, with just Beef Chow Fun,

The Grand Lisbon
won't be closing anytime soon.

But Mr. Bao said three months at most.

No way.

Impossible. Right, Ling Zi?

Of course it's possible.

Restaurants go in and out of business
all the time in Shanghai.

Amateurs are a dime a dozen.

Nothing new about that.

Check, please.

Coming.

Ling Zi,

how long do you think
The Grand Lisbon will last?

The more you care about appearance,

the faster you fall from grace.

-Come back anytime.
-What do you mean?

Ling Zi, what do I do with
their 6,000 lobsters?

Eat them myself?

Ling Zi, did you hear me?

What's in it for me?

Does Tokyo Nights want lobsters?

Sure. You supply our lobsters next week.

Wait, I--

That was amazing!

-Really?
-It was so good.

What's this fun I'm missing?

It was great.

What's everyone laughing about?

Do it again.

Sing? Okay.

One, two...

Ling Hong, close the door tight.

Ah Sao.

You--

-What are you doing?
-You live that way.

I'm so full. I'm taking a walk to digest.

-Take a walk that way.
-Okay, enough.

Weren't you going bowling?

Yeah. Do you want to come?

Ling Hong,

are you going?

Why invite her?

I'm not going.

What kind of people
would go bowling so late?

Only cheaters and thieves.

-Let's go.
-That's not very nice.

-So...
-What about you?

I'll pass.

Such a tease.

Then I won't go either.

You can still go.

I don't want to go by myself.

It's no problem. I'm serious.

Watch out.

What the hell was that?

Learn how to drive!

This is us. You can turn back.

I'll see you.

Go home.

See you.

See you.

Get some rest.

Annie, I cannot lose you.

Annie...

Sing a song first.

What?

What are you doing?

I can't sing well.

My life calls out to you.

Always...loving you.

Miss Wang.

Miss Wang, Mr. Fan is here for you.

Mr. Fan,

what are you doing here?

Miss Wang,

where is Mr. Bao?

Where is he?

-He--
-Miss Wang,

you have to help me find him.

No one at Hulian has seen him,

and the actress canceled on us.

I've been so worried,
this is all I've eaten all day.

Does he know what tomorrow is?

I hear, while I was away,

Mr. Bao has only been
drinking and dancing.

We haven't even launched yet.

Are you two taking another project
and giving up on San Yang?

With your imagination,
you should be a novelist.

Since day one,

you've been the one messing up.

Mr. Bao's been cleaning up after you.

How could you doubt him now?

Miss Wang, I know you have to
cover for Mr. Bao, but tell me the truth.

Are you discussing other deals?

Miss Wang, that's not best practice.

Finish one project before
starting another.

If this is how you treat me,

I may as well have gone with Mr. Wei.

Is Mr. Wei trying to poach you again?

He cares about me.

If you trust him, go to him then.

Miss Wang, how can you still say that
this late into the game?

Listen, the product is yours.

You can take it back
from Hulian right now.

Call off the launch if you're so worried.

Okay, Miss Wang, explain this to me.

What are you doing today?

The launch is tomorrow.

You have influence at No. 27.

Yet here you are at karaoke

singing "Annie" with some blonde.

Shouldn't you focus more on San Yang?

I'm telling you,

everything is for San Yang.

Do you know who these people are?

I don't!

The short-haired woman
is an editor at Shanghai Style.

The long-haired man
designs all of Dickson Mall's displays.

And that's KK,
the Hong Kong photographer.

Mr. Bao told me to entertain them.

Whatever these people wear,
others will copy.

If only uncles and aunties buy San Yang,

it won't become popular.

I'm working off the clock here.

If you're so energetic,

you stay with them,
I'll go home and sleep.

Miss Wang.

Miss Wang.

Is that true?

What do you think!

Annie...

Xiao Qin, shut the doors tight.

Madame, look at this.

The fabric is so smooth.

It's nice.

Madame.

Pretty.

Looks good.

Good fit too.

Real good.

-Pretty?
-Pretty.

It sure is pretty

Hurry it up.

Monk.

Madame.

Come here.

What's up?

Go to Hulian tomorrow morning.
Stake it out there.

See how it's doing.

Hulian is huge.

Why would they need to store
shirts at my tiny shop?

I'm suspicious.

You're overthinking it, Madame.

Mr. Bao always saves nice things for you.

He doesn't say it,
but his actions show it.

I agree with you,

but just check it out just to be safe.

But there will be no one
to man the kitchen.

I'm no one?

Fine. I'll go

Wait.

Take this.

Report to me in real time.

Whose is this?

Mine.

Since when do you have a mobile phone?

I have lots of things.
Do I need to report them to you?

Was it a gift from Mr. Bao?

None of your business.

Don't lose it.

Got it.

What are you doing?

Put them back into the packaging.

Keep an inventory
of every color and every style.

Give me the numbers.

Got it.

Put those two away.

Don't let Mr. Bao see them.

The day before San Yang's launch,

I went to Cheerful Restaurant
on Zhapu Road.

Long time no see. How's business?

Forget about it.

Everyone goes to Huanghe Road nowadays.

I'm just getting by.

I still haven't moved this table once.

I don't let just anyone sit here.

I tell every new customer

Mr. Bao got his start
right here at this table.

This is where our squad formed.

grew,

and went through boom and bust.

Thank you, Mr. Bao.

No need to thank me.

You saved Ah Si yourself.

Thanks to you,
he confessed to being drunk.

Your talk with him saved him ten years.

Stay.

-Let me call you a taxi.
-Please, there's no need.

It's nothing.

There's really no need.

When Ah Si gets out,

I'll tell him to come see you
and thank you himself.

I'll visit him.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Based on traffic laws at the time,

if a drunk driver
didn't cause serious injury or death,

the traffic police would treat it
as a misdemeanor.

It wasn't long before Ah Si got out.

For stock traders, time is of the essence.

We watched the market's every move

from morning to close.

Winners paid for dinner.

Losers still had to eat.

Since the stock exchange was next door,

after the market closed,
we'd gather here for dinner

pretty much every day.

We'd go to the counter
to withdraw the day's earnings.

Almost ¥200,000 on a good day.

We traded until sunset,

and talked strategies until midnight.

Early on, there were more of us.

Some would come with money

and ask us to buy stocks for them.

Some came to liquidate their shares.

The room was stacked full of cash

from different people.

Every transaction

was logged to a tee.

At the time, our squad

started with a few dozen members.

As time went on,

some won,

some lost,

some passed away.

A lot of people left.

That's when your father joined us.

1990

I'd like to introduce our new friend,

Fa Gen.

Give him a warm welcome. Speech!

Come on.

My name is Fa Gen.

I'm from the countryside.

On the stock market,

I've only made small profits.

Too humble.

Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Bao,

and for letting me join the team.

I don't have a lot of money.

Some of the money

is from friends and family back home.

But I trust,

following Mr. Bao,

small profits will turn big.

Come on, let's drink!

Mr. Bao.

Welcome.

Over here, Mr. Bao.

Your father, myself, and Captain Cai

were of different ages and backgrounds.

But we all began our journey right here.

What makes the stock market fair

is that anyone can join.

If you have an account,

you can trade.

But that's also what makes it unfair.

It's a free-for-all.

Amateurs compete with pros.

Trading

is all about investor predictions.

I never touched No. 414,

and I warned your father against it.

But I still take some responsibility

for the end result.

After all, I recruited your father.

You can have a beef with me.
I can understand that.

But you owe it to your dad
not to be impulsive.

This here is a land use certificate.

A plot in Pudong.

Your father and I each own 50%.

In any developing region,

the quickest path to changing your fate

is through stocks and land.

It's yours now.

Do what you want.

"State-owned Land Use Certificate"

I believe the land in Pudong

will one day rival Puxi in value.

I hope you come to understand

exactly what your father did for you.

Decide then if you still want my life.

Take the certificate.

Your mother will depend on you.

Think long and hard.

Tomorrow, Uncle Ye
will give you the team's books.

While the market is good,

I'm liquidating my shares

and handing the team over to you.

Take care of Ah Si.

Ah Bao,

among traders,

I'm still called "Captain"

entirely thanks to you.

I'm in your debt 'til the day I die.

What Golden Phoenix and I owe you,

I'll pay it all back.

The opportunity will come.

It's all water under the bridge.

Better to let things go.

I'm sure I owed you in a previous life.

I can let go of Golden Phoenix.

But what I owe you and Fa Gen? I can't.

Enough.

Just take care of Ah Si.

I have to go.

San Yang launches tomorrow.
No margin for error.

Brands are made on Nanjing Road.

It's not just any road.

Older generations call it "Road No. 1"

You need Road No. 1

to have Road No. 2, No. 3, No. 4.

You could say without Nanjing Road,

there wouldn't be a cosmopolitan Shanghai.

Sun Yat-sen got his glasses there.

Chaplin ordered silk shirts there.

Einstein even gave a lecture there.

People make the place.
Places make the people.

In New York City, you visit Fifth Avenue.

In Paris, the Champs-Elysées.

Every tourist in Shanghai

must come to Nanjing Road,

China's "Commerce Street No. 1."

"On Nanjing Road,
even potato peels are worth selling."

People say that.

In 1993, the economy
soared to new heights.

Retail and fashion were flourishing.

China's fashion follows Shanghai.

Shanghai follows Nanjing Road.

Up against all the foreign brands,

for San Yang to succeed,

it has to conquer Nanjing Road.

The country's retail titans,

from Bailian

to Hulian,

are all on this road.

If San Yang can take root there,

it will flower across Shanghai,

and blossom across the country.

Welcome. Please come in.

Welcome.

Are they all here for San Yang?

Our victory in Shanghai

is decided today.

FEBRUARY 14TH

Manager Jin,

the store's been open for 27 minutes.

Why are there so few people?

It's still early. We just opened.

San Yang T-shirts!

What Yang?

San Yang.

Never heard of it.

I only wear name brands.

-Let's go over there.
-We are a new brand.

Our price is very--

Young lady,

here's what you need to say.

San Yang uses genuine fire-proof cotton.

If they don't believe you,

take this lighter

and demonstrate for them.

I'll give this to you for you to use.

Okay.

-Thank you.
-Understood.

Thank you.

Manager Jin,

you know,

I called Mr. Bao a dozen times,

but he didn't pick up.

Today is a big day.

He must have gone out last night,

and had too much to drink.

He must still be sleeping.

He's already arrived.

Should we tell Mr. Fan?

Don't doubt your partner.

Don't partner with doubt.

He needs to learn this lesson.

I need to see Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Zhang.

Mr. Fan, you're early.

Not really, the store is open.

-We have a guest.
-Mr. Zhang,

weren't there going to be
models walking around here today?

We canceled that.

Don't worry, the security guards are here.

Why do we need security guards?

Mr. Bao says he wants to start a fire.

Why start a fire?

I'm selling T-shirts,
not tickets to a circus.

I'm not sure either.

Don't you have a mobile phone?
Call and ask.

I have to go.

Who do I ask?

Mr. Bao won't answer.

Mr. Xu hasn't come.

Who do I ask?

Today is San Yang's launch day.

I hear it's not going very well.

Seems like Mr. Bao and Hulian
dropped the ball for Mr. Fan.

Welcome, Mr. Wei.

Li Li, didn't I tell you?

Mr. Bao doesn't have what it takes.
Mr. Fan needs me after all.

But it's all good.

When my brother is in need,
my help arrives from all sides.

Have a seat upstairs.
When Mr. Fan arrives, I'll bring him up.

Great.

Please, Mr. Wei.

By the way,

don't worry.

I won't forget that you introduced us.

Thank you, Mr. Wei.

Madame,

there is nobody there.

What?

There's nobody there?

No one's buying them. I'm coming back.

Don't come back. Wait some more.

Call me if something happens.

Stop. Put them back.

Aren't we syncing with their big sale?

First off, there's no big sale.

Second, if we move all these boxes,

Mr. Bao will know we messed with them.

We're better than that. Put them back.

Is he there yet?

He's here.

The reporters are here too.

Make sure it's done in an hour,

and get him to the airport by 2:00.

Mr. Zhang,

whether or not this fire will catch

will be up to Hulian.

Excuse me.

I know you. Do you remember me?

I'm Fan Xinhua of Westlake Knitwear.

What is it?

Where is Mr. Xu? Can you take me to him?

Go find him yourself.

I'm just an accountant.

Come on, help me.

Mr. Xu hasn't been here all morning.

He's not picking up the phone either.

Let go.

-Please.
-Let go.

Please help me.

-I've barely sold any shirts.
-Let me go.

You need to help me.

Your shirts have nothing to do with me.

You'd be saving my life.

Please find Mr. Xu for me.

Mr. Xu

-How could you trick me too?
-Let me go!

I'm not letting go.

not until Mr. Xu shows up.

What is this?

Fei...

Fei Xiang!

"A Fire in the Winter"!

A fire!

Fei Xiang!

Hurry!

Fei Xiang!

On Chinese New Year of 1987,

the song "A Fire in the Winter"

made singer Fei Xiang
the country's biggest idol.

Six years later,

the fire spread onto Nanjing Road,

lighting up China's very own
name brand, San Yang.

The fire has caught!

Are you excited?

I'm excited!

I'm so excited!

What's your name?

Fei, just like Fei Xiang.

Oh what a lucky day.

-Excuse me.
-What are you doing?

Fei Xiang!

Madame.

So many people just showed up.

San Yang got really popular.

Xiao Qin, Xiao Wen,
stop what you're doing, come here.

Great news.

Bring a few boxes of shirts downstairs.

What if Mr. Bao
finds out we touched them?

Are you dumb?

You think he has X-ray vision?

It's only a few boxes.

Go. Hurry.

This is San Yang.

I'm the manufacturer.

Mr. Fan.

Mr. Fan,

how's this?

How's this fire that Mr. Bao started?

San Yang became "The Fire in the Winter."

The brightest star...

They did one deal, and tricked me twice?

In Shanghai, on Huanghe Road,

I'm still someone with a name.

I only strike when provoked.

Mr. Bao and Mr. Fan,

remember this.

We're all in the clothing business.

You'll be seeing me again.

You'll come begging me one day!

Mr. Bao, we need a new strategy.

As soon as we opened,

the counters were completely surrounded.

It's so crowded, I'm scared to go back.

I might run into people I know

asking for free shirts.

Then sit here for a while.

Have some coffee.

I'll take a proper drink.

How many counters do you have per floor?

Around 30.

I already asked the salesmen
from twenty other counters

to come help with San Yang.

Here's an idea.

We sell 20,000 more tomorrow.

They'll be gone in half a day.

What if

you call Mr. Fan and ask him

to bring the rest of the shirts tomorrow?

How many do you want?

At least 400,000.

FEBRUARY 15TH

Watch out.

Mr. Zhang, San Yang is selling too well.

It already sold out this morning.

Isn't that a good thing? What's wrong?

The counters have nothing to sell.

When they run out, find Mr. Fan.

He's back there.

Why don't you stock the counters?

Hurry it up.

Why would you say no to money?

Go to the San Yang counters.

San Yang counters.

Go. I'll talk to Mr. Bao.

Hurry.

Go to the San Yang counters.

It's in front. San Yang.

You're welcome. Come back tomorrow.

Ling Hong!

Ling Hong.

What is it?

Come over here.

You sure are brave.

I just wanted to try it,
Who knew it'd take off?

Woah.

Mr. Bao didn't just give you T-shirts.

He gave you solid gold.

Did you know?

Each shirt is ¥150 at retail.
Just outside Hulian,

scalpers are charging ¥260
because they're out of stock.

Really?

Really.

Have you told Mr. Bao?

Here's what I'm thinking,

I'll pay him wholesale price.

He can work it out with Hulian.

Either way, me making money
is the same as him making money.

After all, Tokyo Nights
completely belongs to him.

So sappy!

As of today,

all of our stocks

have been sold.

No wonder you look so happy.

Good things come in pairs.

Auntie Chub will be over the moon.

The SSE started at 100 points in 1990.

It's been quite the journey.

We've had our wins,

but nothing good lasts forever.

You should liquidate

and return everyone's money.

Principal plus returns.

Count everything

and write me a receipt.

I'll hand them over to Uncle Ye.

Speaking of Uncle Ye,

I owe him an apology.

When Mr. Bao had his accident,

Baby Jin and I weren't thinking straight

and we kept asking him for money.

We were such fools.

I feel really bad.

We've all made money.

We've all lost money.

Our character decides our fate,
in the stock market and in life.

As long as we're still in the market,

we're bound to meet again.