Northeastern Bad Guy

Jia Zhengdao, a gangster just released from the police in Tiexi, Shenyang. The name was given to him by his father as a sign of good luck for "taking the right path" - but the neighbors loved to pronounce it as a homonym: false right path. Yes, if you put it on a master who talks a lot about running trains and whose pocket is cleaner than his face, this name is a bit bad, but don't say it, it's appropriate. He had a sick mother and a sick girl at home, and he patted his chest and said that he "had the ability" - he really had the ability, but in those days, this ability was called "speculation", and he would be sent to a labor camp if he caught it. Starting from pouring out a food stamp, Jia Zhengdao plunged into the black market world of the 1970s and 1980s: food stamps, cloth tickets, three large items, electronic watches and bell-bottom pants that he carried back from his trip to Guangzhou... With a sharp mouth, a quick brain, and a sense of loyalty, he suddenly transformed from a fearful black market dealer to a dignified "Jia Sanye" on Wu'ai Street. But these ten years are the ten years when this land loves to fall out of favor. As soon as the front-foot policy was loosened, a severe attack on the back-foot took away his master's life; the huge profits of the dual-track system beckoned at the front, and the noose of official corruption was tightened at the back. When he finally got the "human face" he had always dreamed of, when he looked back - his master was gone, his brothers were separated, his sweetheart was gone, and the stupid young man who carried two food stamps and pinned his head to his waistband could not come back either. The wind can blow a mud-legged person into a household with ten thousand yuan, and it can also sweep away a person's loyalty, innocence and the people around him.