Retired Leaders, Hard-Core Infiltration into Ming Dynasty

We once thought that we could survive in the Ming Dynasty with firepower that transcended the times. It wasn't until the blood of pirates dyed the beach red that we understood: Weapons can only win battles, not survival. Real survival is a hunt without rules with the intricate interest groups under the bustling appearance of Guangzhou. We brought glass, liquor, and carefully woven lies. We sell hope and create despair. The old accountant's account book became the sharpest knife, the old detective's methods were used to frame and manipulate, and the retired CEO's capital game caused the century-old wealthy family to collapse overnight. In the base area of ​​Hainan, another more secretive transformation is taking place simultaneously. We use discipline and dreams to cast batches of "new people" that belong only to us. This is not a time traveler's idyll, this is a group of modern old people fighting to the death under the laws of the jungle. We use the most civilized knowledge to carry out the most naked conquest. Infiltration has begun. From the economy, to the officialdom, and finally, directly to the people's hearts.