Siheyuan: My Political Career Starts With a Fake Certificate

My golden finger is pretty bizarre: I can only sell certificates? A Level 8 fitter's certificate for ten yuan, a university diploma for fifty? Fine, I'll take advantage of this deal first!

At the steel mill, Xu Damao raged, "You useless piece of trash who got in through the back door!" The whole courtyard waited to see me make a fool of myself. They had no idea I had an engineering certificate in my pocket.

When the machine tool I rebuilt with my own hands roared into action and crushed every doubt, the entire factory was shaken! Xu Damao reported me for faking my diploma? Investigate! And somehow, the investigation uncovered my "lost" MIT credentials?

From the Technical Department to deputy factory director, I reformed the steel mill. From the Ministry of Industry to a senior local post, my policies benefited countless families. Through twenty-five years of trials and tribulations, the courtyard house remained my roots.

When the old-town redevelopment plans were laid out, I was already a senior department-level official. I tapped the heart of the blueprints. "This area stays exactly as it is." Because this was where countless unsung people forged the backbone of the republic's industry, including me, the "King of Fake Certificates," and my rise to the top!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.