When I was twelve years old, they called me "Wenquxing" and Boss Dai sent twenty-four people to keep an eye on my plans.
I figured out one thing: on this chessboard called "1937", if there are no accidents, we will lose completely.
So I told that person: Principal, this is not a war, this is a settlement of accounts.
Since we have no money, let's let our opponents pay to repair the docks, let bystanders provide shipping machines, and let the interests of the whole world be locked on our survival line.
This kind of gameplay is called "national luck hedging".
There was a heavy snowfall in Nanjing that year. After the snow, there is no such genius prodigy in the world.
Some said I sank to the bottom of the river, others said I fled overseas.
Actually no.
I just hid in the mountains, changed my calculation to a bigger one, and tried to calculate a glimmer of hope for this nation amidst the ruins and gunpowder smoke.
——"If we win, we will live; if we lose, I will be buried with you."
