Sign in at the Siheyuan: I Became a Military Industrial Boss by Picking up Leaks

My name is Song Huai. I traveled to the Siheyuan in 1957 and became a soft persimmon in Yi Zhonghai's eyes. He asked He Yuzhu and others to put a sack on me - I called the police and all four of them were sent to the detention center. Mrs. Jia and Zhang tore off my clothes - I took out the public security regulations and fined her to sweep the streets for a month. Yan Jiecheng reported that I was speculating - I held a hospital-wide meeting to make him lose face. After a year, the beasts finally learned to be polite to me. But they don't know that my world is no longer this courtyard. In 1969, I picked up equipment worth one billion dollars from the U. S. Military. In 1972, I bought an aircraft carrier from Britain. In 1973, I berated the three major Japanese conglomerates in the London gold market. Neighbors are still fighting over the pound of meat stamps. And I was already sitting in front of the Supreme Leader, reporting on Qianshu Group's next tens of billions plan. Many years later, Yi Zhonghai squatted in the corner, watching the scene on TV of the Supreme Leader awarding me a medal and murmuring: "That kid... Didn't he live right across from me back then?" The courtyard is too small to accommodate my ambition. My stage is the whole world. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.