Qin Chuan, the godfather of a transnational smuggling group, was shot to death by a trusted brother and reborn on the northern Xinjiang border in 1979.
In this golden age where anyone who dares can get rich, Qin Chuan looked at his poor adobe house and his little sister who was about to die because she had no money for medical treatment. He opened the kang mat and dug out the 38-meter cover left by his retired father from the cellar.
Farming? What a fart! I'm going to be the biggest traitor on the Sino-Soviet border! Met a black blind man? Knocked down with one shot.
Encountered a border robber with a beard? Qin Chuan smiled: "Robbery? Do you know who is the ancestor of this business?"
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