Augustin is the next Kung-Fu king. Or so he thinks. His chances of succeding appear slim, it's true, when you look at him... Since Kung-Fu won't come to Augustin, it's Augustin who'll go to Kung-Fu. But China, the cradle of martial arts, is far away. Especially by bike... May as well start with near-Orient, Chinatown-style, that is, in Paris' eastern district. He'll force himself to eat, speak and think Chinese there. And he'll discover new friendships and the prickle of feelings stirred into life by the needles of an exiled acupuncurist. At last he'll live his life without relinquishing his dream.