Back in 1982, the family couldn't open the pot, and the wife and daughter were so hungry that they were chewing tree bark?
The village chief is greedy for my pension, the bully is worried about my family's food, and he wants to force me to sell my daughter?
How can I, the majestic King of Special Forces and the God of the Wilderness, tolerate this cowardice?
No system?
The special hunting skills I have in mind are the strongest golden fingers!
On the first day, a shabby hatchet was used to kill a 200-pound wild boar in the snowy field. The whole village was shocked!
Bullies come to steal meat?
Just kick your kneecap to pieces and make you kowtow and call me daddy all night long!
Others go into the mountains and escape death, but I go into the mountains as if I were into my own back garden.
Track, set up ambushes, counter-kill, hunt blind bears, hunt sables, and dig old wild ginseng.
Applying the logic of special forces booby traps to the Eighty Mountains, this is called a dimensionality reduction strike!
Robbing the black market, becoming a tycoon, defeating bandits, and establishing the first forestry business empire in Northeast China.
You ask me how to make a fortune?
Bold, careful, and hard-fisted!
Look at me in this surging 1980s, using a steel gun to lay down a illustrious throne!
