Siheyuan: the Road to Politics Begins with Buying a Fake ID

My golden finger is weird - can I only sell certificates? Ten yuan for an eighth-level fitter certificate and fifty yuan for a college diploma? Okay, I'll pluck this wool first to show my respect! In the steel rolling mill, Xu Damao barked: "This piece of trash who used the back door!" The whole hospital was waiting to see my joke. They didn't know that I had an engineer's certificate in my pocket. When the machine tool modified by hand roared and crushed the doubts, the whole factory was shocked! Xu Damao reported my diploma as fake? Check! Turns out my "lost" MIT resume was found? From the technical department to the deputy director, steel rolling was reformed; from the Ministry of Industry to local officials, the policy benefited thousands of families. After twenty-five years of hard work, the courtyard has always been my root. When the old city reconstruction plan was laid out, I, who was already a department-level cadre, tapped the center of the drawing and said: "Keep this piece as it is." - Just because of this place, countless dust particles have formed the industrial backbone of the Republic, including me, the "King of False Evidence", on my way to the top! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.