Move the abacus beads once, and you've got money. Ten times, and you've got guns. A hundred times, and you've got an army of a million.
In the autumn of 1931, finance reporter Zhuang Bifan opened his eyes to find himself as Zhuang Shaozhen, a spoiled heir from southwestern Sichuan who had just spent his family's entire fortune buying the title of regimental commander.
There was no mighty army waiting for him, only a brotherhood regiment with more than half its ranks on paper, thugs demanding their pay, and local gentry laying a trap for him at a banquet.
Everyone was waiting to see how he would die.
But Zhuang Shaozhen just smiled, raised his wine bowl, and made friends with people from every walk of life. Then he seized control of the smuggling routes for opium exports and salt imports.
Some called him a warlord, some a businessman, and others cursed him as more bandit than the bandits.
Only he knew the truth:
Ideologies are hammered out through debate, soldiers are trained, and money and guns are calculated.
Good article. But how much reading should be used.
Nothing to look forward to, just develop honestly