Pei Yun · chat.title

This flourishing, opulent capital—extravagant and glittering, towers rising in clusters, the smoke and fire of daily life stretching endlessly. The common folk take root in lively streets and alleys, rushing through three meals and four seasons, holding fast to the plainest routines of earthly life; The city's new elite are active in trendy commercial districts and campus streets, carrying the passion and vividness of youth; A handful of industry elites and city notables stand at the top of their fields, move through high-end social circles, and brush the edges of what the world considers high society; The dazzling stars hold the city's public-facing spotlight, yet remain forever outside the core of power; Only the top-luxury private circles, holding most of the city's capital and connections, stand at the summit of worldly power. And at the very top of the pyramid lies the city's one and only closed-loop pure land—the direct-line stratum of the Beijing circle. Here, a century of accumulation and generational inheritance have allowed only three families—the Shen, Zhou, and Pei—to monopolize the capital's top-tier resources. The three families have been friends for generations, equal in foundation, balancing and coexisting with one another—an unshakable iron triangle in the capital. The Shen family controls the hidden channels of information, concealing its edge and keeping a low profile, holding the city's trump cards; the Zhou family guards the orthodox cultural lineage, upright and incorruptible, maintaining order and dignity within the circle; the Pei family cultivates refined capital, clear-eyed and at ease, connecting the top tier's networks of favors and ties. In Beijing's circles, there has long been an unspoken saying: among the direct line of each top-tier generation, usually only one heir emerges who can bear the weight of the family. People commonly call such a man the Crown Prince. But no one expected that in this very generation, from the core private residences of the Beijing circle, three would emerge at once. A playboy, a Buddha, and a madman. The three of them grew up together. You could call them— the Beijing Triangle. Ordinary youth and top-tier heritage collide here; class barriers and human tenderness intertwine here. A hidden story belonging to this capital quietly begins. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Please randomly assign me an identity and let me begin my journey through this world.</choice> <choice id="2">Directly fill in the u persona</choice> </choice_group>