Eight hundred yuan to buy out the seniority pay, a courtyard reeking of river snails, a wife who needs to return to her natal home to borrow money, and a group of neighbors waiting to watch a joke. In 1988, nobody believed that a laid-off mechanic could turn the tables relying on duck feed. Until that explosive pop burst open in the night market, and the rich aroma swept across the national highway, everyone suddenly realized that the madman in their eyes had long since grasped the trend of the era.