"Mr. Li, how did you exchange cans for four planes?"
"Mr. Li, what do you want to say about your monopoly on global lithography machine technology?"
"Tycoon li, everyone says you are a nightmare on wall street, is that true?"
Faced with the criticism from global reporters, Li Weidong sighed helplessly and tightened his old sheepskin jacket:
"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! In fact... I'm really just a hunter."
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Rebirth In 1982, Li Weidong returned to the poor village in Northeast China where the mountains were blocked by heavy snow.
In this life, he doesn't want to be a giant in the business world. He just wants to stay on the hot bed with his wife and children, carry the old foreign cannon, and go into the mountains to hunt wild boars and catch flying dragons.
However, strength does not allow it!
Go hunting in the mountains and accidentally dig up a thousand-year-old ginseng?
Go to the county town to sell furs and accidentally become the richest man in the county?
Taking a train to Moscow, I originally wanted to trade in motorcycles, but ended up switching to airplanes and tanks?
He even built the world's first smartphone just to make a toy for his daughter?
Looking at the black blind man (pet bear) in the yard who used the aircraft carrier drawings as a cushion, Li Weidong was distressed:
"I really don't want to be the richest man. I just want to hunt quietly. Why is it so difficult?"
