The Ruthless Northeast Strategist: Gui Ziliu

If you talk about Daowai, Harbin, in the 1980s, there's one word for the place: "wild." Every kind of person was there, doing every kind of thing.

But even in all that chaos, there were rules. Whoever had the hardest fists called the shots.

Then along came a skinny kid, short in stature, who relied on neither fists nor knives, but on his eyes and his wits. Somehow, he made a name for himself in that neighborhood.

He didn't fight, but no one dared mess with him, because if you did, you wouldn't even know how you'd been taken down.

This book tells his story. It's all been passed down by the older generation. We don't know if it's true, so just treat it as a story. Don't take it seriously, and don't assume it's about anyone you know. Anyway, it's pretty interesting. Read on and see.