In May 1998, riots swept across the islands.
When countless Chinese rushed toward the rainforest of Kalimantan, dragging their blood, holding their children, and crying, they saw a red shield flag that they had never seen before rising in the smoke.
Lin Rui stood behind the defense line and only said: "Once you enter this door, no one can touch you again."
The next second, armored vehicles crushed the mud, armed helicopters flew through the rubber forest, and thousands of well-trained Chinese veterans lined up and opened fire. Those thugs and military police who thought they could plunder at will finally discovered that the Chinese on this land were no longer lambs to be slaughtered.
And all this started three years ago.
Modern financial analyst Lin Rui traveled back in time to 1995 and became the only son of a Chinese plantation owner in Kalimantan, Indonesia. His parents were killed, the family property was coveted, and there was only one million US dollars left in his account; what was even more fatal was that he knew that there were only more than 900 days left before the bloody catastrophe that swept across Southeast Asia.
The rubber forest that cannot be sold is the root; the compatriots that cannot escape are the life.
So he went to the United States, used his past life memories to manipulate futures and stock markets, and ambush the Asian financial crisis in advance; he exchanged every dollar he earned for food, medicine, communication equipment, and people who could defend his homeland; he recruited Chinese veterans living around the world to build a red shield fortress deep in the unknown rain forest.
When the storm finally came, Lin Rui no longer just wanted to be alone.
Save overseas Chinese, build safe zones, fight against the military government, and break the blockade; use finance to support military industry, use industry to support the country, and use a plantation as a starting point to recruit millions of exiled compatriots.
Whenever our compatriots suffer, Nanhua will respond.
Reader comments
The protagonist doesn't even have any space.
The Virgin of the Running Account
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It's just too wordy
Tired of watching, let's go
It smells like AI
The main character is too calm and looks like the main character in the short play.
After reading for a long time, I was confused. All the words in front of Wu Li were pale.
The protagonist doesn't even have any space.
The Virgin of the Running Account
Running account [what] [what] [what]
It's just too wordy
Tired of watching, let's go
It smells like AI The main character is too calm and looks like the main character in the short play.
After reading for a long time, I was confused. All the words in front of Wu Li were pale.
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This book is interesting