After dying tragically on the street in the cold winter, He Yuzhu opened his eyes again and returned to the courtyard house in 1965.
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In his previous life, he had been sucked dry of flesh and blood, squeezed out of all his value, and finally froze to death like a wild dog in an uninhabited corner.
Banggeng came to steal my soy sauce again? Arrange for the tragic death of the "Holy Thief".
Did Jia Zhang curse me to death? I made her stay in the hospital bed for the rest of her life, so painful that she couldn't even curse.
Qin Huairu wants to tie me up with tears? I watched her family rot in parasites.
It was just a killing spree!
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From being the boss of a cafeteria to a catering empire, from courtyard houses to Wall Street, I stepped on their desperate rise to power every step of the way.
Xu Damao's family was ruined, his second uncle's leg was broken, and his third uncle's hand was disabled. . .
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I smiled as I watched them struggle, and then I personally snuffed out the last bit of hope.
Until the day when the courtyard was demolished, I showed my property rights certificate, and they knelt in the rubble and begged me for alms.
From the deputy director of the cafeteria to the helmsman of the catering empire, from the humble cook in the courtyard to the business giant who stomped around the city.
He wants all those who have trampled on him to live to see him soar into the sky, and then personally push them one by one into the abyss dug by his own hands.
Ai Just look at the directory