Linshui County, a small county in northern Jiangsu.
Chen Zheng's family is the epitome of the lowest level of the county - his father died young, his mother was seriously ill and bedridden, and the only property he owned was the leaky tile-roofed house.
Zhao Gang, the son of the village party secretary, came with his men, and an "IOU" blocked all Chen Zheng's escape routes. That was a confused account left by my father during his lifetime, and now it has become a talisman to the end of his life.
"No money? Okay, I'll give you this homestead, get out." Zhao Gang threw the wine glass on Chen Zheng's face. No one around the neighbors dared to say a word. Everyone was used to it, and the poor could only accept their fate.
Chen Zheng wiped the wine stains on his face without crying or begging for mercy. His eyes were as calm as a poisonous snake.
He didn't go to the construction site to move bricks or deliver food. He had no money, but he had a clearer mind than anyone else in the county.
He stared at the valuable pickup truck behind Zhao Gang, at the pile of "scrap copper" treated as garbage in the scrapyard, and at the gaps invisible to the big bosses in the county.
Three days later, Zhao Gang came with a bulldozer and prepared to demolish it.
However, the person who appeared in front of him was not the submissive poor boy, but Chen Zheng, who drove a luxury car, held evidence of his father's corruption in his hand, and was followed by a county police car.
"Mr. Zhao, I have paid off the debt. But do we have to calculate the interest on your family?"
From this day on, people in Linshui County knew that the "honest man" they had always looked down on was actually a ruthless person.
He is a man who can turn the entire county upside down - a fanatic from Northern Jiangsu.
