Qin Chuan, godfather of a transnational smuggling syndicate, is shot dead by the brothers he trusted and reborn on the northern Xinjiang border in 1979.
In this golden age, when anyone bold enough can make a fortune, Qin Chuan takes one look at his drafty mud-brick house and his little sister, who is dying because they can't afford her treatment. He flips up the kang mat and digs out the Type 38 rifle his demobilized father left behind.
Farm the land? Not a chance! He's going to become the biggest black-market trader on the Sino-Soviet border! A run-in with a black bear? One shot takes it down.
Bandits waylaying travelers at the border? Qin Chuan grins. “Robbery? Do you even know who owns this business?”
Don't stop updating, don't stop updating
The plot is unreasonable and fake.
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It's all over, so many enemies, not one of them was killed.
The AI tastes too bad and the writing is not black enough