In America, More Children, More Blessings: Stealing Talented People

I woke up as a Chinese-American homeless man, dying on the streets of New York in 1992. At my most desperate, the [Yanhuang Bloodline: Torch System] activated. Get a woman pregnant, and I could earn US dollars and draw skills. Every time one of my children was born, my homeland would gain a future genius in a top field, with chips, aerospace, finance, and defense industries all on the table. So, starting with the first desperate Latina widow I brought under my control, I wiped out gangs, monopolized the street-corner trade, forced my way into Wall Street's back door, and turned a congressman's mistress into my intelligence officer. Using America's own rules, I built a shadowy family empire on its soil, one called the Dragonborn. As I carved out territory amid America's gunfire and glittering excess, my homeland quietly accelerated in every field, thanks to the mysterious geniuses I sent back one after another. The FBI saw me as the ultimate threat, and the White House held meetings because of me. They called me a mad dog and cursed me to go to hell. I sat in my office atop the Empire State Building, swirling a glass of red wine as I looked down over the free world. In my mind, the Shenzhou Torch Record on the System panel quietly updated with a new entry: “Torchbearer No. 47 (materials science) overcame the bottleneck in mass-producing high-temperature superconductors today. The homeland's related fields are expected to lead the world by ten years.” I smiled and pressed the intercom button. “Get the car ready. We're picking up the senator's daughter who's been investigating me. Tonight, I want to talk to her... about her father's political future, and whether she'd be willing to make a small contribution to the future of humanity.”