A Small-Town Brahmin from the Start: When the Music Starts, I’m Invincible

He turned down a secure government job in the capital and gave up on starting a business in Modu. Jiahao, reborn, went straight back to his hometown to become a “county Brahmin.”

With a cup of tea and a pack of cigarettes, there’s nothing in Shahe County Li Jiahao can’t get done with a single phone call.

No quotas, no 996. His everyday routine is fishing and cruising around the county in an unassuming off-road vehicle with a license plate ending in 9999. He never has to pay for a meal, and people flatter him wherever he goes.

In Shahe County, his eldest uncle is the county’s top official, his second uncle owns the area’s biggest real estate and gravel businesses, his third uncle oversees public security, and his mother controls all the county’s markets and supermarket chains.

Jiahao had hoped to spend the rest of his life in comfort.

But there are always clueless “dragons from across the river,” CEOs and lofty film directors who come to his turf to throw their weight around.

“A trillion-yuan conglomerate? A courtyard home in the capital? Think you’re impressive? This is Shahe County. Dragons have to coil up here, and tigers have to lie low!”

When the out-of-town CEO discovers his Rolls-Royce surrounded by more than a dozen tractors, every hotel in the county refusing him a room, and not a single shop willing to sell him even a bottle of water, he completely breaks down.

The CEO, whose assets are worth hundreds of billions, falls to his knees and begs: “Brother Hao, I was wrong! Please let me go home!”

Jiahao pulls out a little speaker. As his personal theme music starts playing, he points to the yellow earth beneath their feet:

“What’s the rush? Since you’re already here, why not stick yourself in the ground and cosplay a ginseng root before you leave?”

(Cathartic, humorous, turning the tables on city life, and giving you the ultimate thrill of local monopoly power!)