In the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China, a small town in northern Anhui was reduced to ruins due to war and famine, leaving only famine and despair among the ruins. She set foot in this dead land with a yellowed plan, no background, no help, only the coldness in her eyes and the edge hidden in her sleeves. She wanted to rebuild roads, factories, and water conservancy projects, but she ran into a dark web of intertwined interests. The greedy calculations of officials and businessmen, the decadent obstruction of clans, the eager eyes of local warlords, and the enemy agents lurking in the dark, are stepping on the tip of a knife every step of the way. She broke the situation with ruthlessness, paved the way with blood, turned assassinations into bargaining chips, and turned resistance into ladders. Infrastructure is never just a matter of stacking bricks and tiles, but a reshuffling of power and a naked game of human nature. She put away all her warmth, used ruthlessness as her armor, and resourcefulness as her blade. She fought every step of the way amid intrigues and intrigues, vowing to build her own iron-clad city-state on this ashes of land, even if the cost was blood-stained hands and betrayal.
