Gao Zhendong opened his eyes and found himself in the world of the siheyuan.
His body was strong and sturdy, and the moment he stood there, he radiated the upright bearing unique to a soldier. His features were handsome and well-defined, his gaze clear and sharp, and he naturally possessed an air of righteousness that inspired trust. He was the very picture of someone with impeccable roots and a bright future.
He had not come to this era alone. Transmigrating had brought him not only the modern knowledge he had accumulated in his previous life, but also a genuine System at his side. The supplies the System provided each day freed him from worry, while the future knowledge he occasionally won in a lottery gave him plenty of confidence to overcome difficulties.
In this siheyuan, there were always people scheming over petty gains, scrabbling and plotting against one another. He despised such behavior from the bottom of his heart. He had come here carrying the memories and ambitions of two lifetimes, and had arrived just as this era of energetic, vigorous development was taking off. All he could think about was how to put his abilities to good use, help build up the country, and contribute his share to the times.
He only hoped that when he looked back on his life in old age, he could proudly pat his chest and say,
