In my previous life, I was the richest man in the province, and also a spectator of the storm in Handong. In the end, I died of drunkenness because of my uncle's dying words, "You could have been that person."
Back in 1996, I spent six years in business to save enough capital, and when I was thirty-two years old, I knocked on my uncle's door and said, "Uncle, I want to join politics."
In this life, there will be no gunshots on Lone Eagle Ridge. In this life, I want to tear off the "just" mask of Hou Liangping and his wife in front of Quan Handong for the son of a farmer who was capricious by a small amount of power.
