On a rainy night in 1992, my mother was driven crazy and disappeared, and my sister ran into the rain and never returned. Fourteen-year-old Zhang Muzhi escaped from the village with his two younger brothers and broke into Qingchuan City with 200 yuan in travel expenses "given" by his enemies. They slept in a bridge cave, picked up leftovers, were robbed and beaten, and even his youngest brother was also trafficked by traffickers.
Abducted. When he was desperate, Chen Jiu, a retired veteran from a car repair shop, took him in and taught him how to punch and kick, watch people, and set up traps, telling him that "people who are anxious will not live long."
He learned to wait. In the past twenty years, he has grown from a car repair apprentice to the number one figure in the Qingchuan underworld, trampling on those who bullied him one by one, and also lost his wife Zhou Qiao who defended him - she only left a sentence before her death: "Let's live a stable life." After three severe beatings, he was forced to flee with his whole family.
To the north of Myanmar. The drug lords there burned his goods and the warlords wanted to recruit him, but he refused to take drugs. He relied on setting up a trap to make the drug lords retaliate on the street and make the warlords suffer. In three years, he became the overlord of northern Myanmar. The Chinese respectfully call him "Master Zhang".
It took him twenty years to find his sister, retrieve his brother, and visit his mother's grave. Finally, someone from the country came: "The debt you owe should be settled, and the power station, wharf, and mines in northern Myanmar should be watched over." He went back to complete the procedures and returned to northern Myanmar to be his boss - protecting the country's projects and the safety of his family.
Be stable and let your son Zhang Cheng take a harder road than him.
