Name: Qi Family in Eastern Han Dynasty, with Great Power and Power over the Mountains and Rivers

[Rebirth + three generations of family epic + refreshing information gap article + Hong Kong and Macao crime copy + huge power without grabbing profits] In the three generations of the Qi family, no one has ever lived for him. The great grandfather spent his whole life making guns and quietly protected the country in troubled times, but he could never return to his hometown. Second Grandpa used half of his body to protect a young man who could not die from the gunfire, then leaned against the door frame and lived out the remaining years in silence. My father looked at his broken arm on the battlefield, remembered the look in his grandfather's eyes, put down his gun, and went home to farm. Three generations of people had saved up money, but no one had ever cashed it in for them. Until Qi Tongwei returned from rebirth. He remembers everyone's ending, remembers the level to which the net that was rotten to the core has spread, and remembers where the end of each road leads. He doesn't retaliate, he doesn't take sides, he doesn't take sides. He ate the food he needed to eat, drank the wine he needed to drink, and was always present at every drinking party held by the Han Da Gang - whenever he wanted to do something, he would pretend to be dead. Gao Yuliang thought he was one of his own. Zhao Lichun thought he was not a threat. Hou Liangping thought he was solving the case. No one knows that the man who stands in the corner with a calm expression every time holding tea has already prepared everyone's coffins from the first day. He's not in a hurry. He just waited, waiting for the net to strangle him bit by bit, and waiting for everyone who should enter to close the door with their own hands. And he had already placed the knife in the right place. Three generations of accumulation, one day of liquidation. In this life, Han Dong's surname was Qi.