An anonymous tip that seemed insignificant was enough to leave the courtyard's "moral paragon," First Uncle, half-crippled.
A sudden raid wiped out thousands of yuan worth of smuggled goods belonging to the black-market kingpins of the capital.
The entire underground world fell into turmoil, gripped by fear and uncertainty.
Little did they know that all of it was just a game Chen An was casually playing beside the fireplace in his Western-style house.
In these famine years, when even a single match had to be rationed according to plan,
he precisely anticipated every policy announcement and cornered the market on six hundred jin of life-saving coarse grain in advance!
Without lifting a finger, he sent a swaggering inspection squad leader to prison and made an arrogant gang boss disappear without a trace.
"A few hundred jin of lousy coarse grain is nothing. I've come today to give you a mountain of gold you could never carry away."
Facing a room full of armed thugs, Chen An calmly slapped a hand-drawn map down on the table.
Just how big a game is this orphaned kid from the courtyard planning to play?
And what era-changing secret is hidden in that top-secret border map, the kind even the city's highest-ranking official can't get his hands on...?
It's better to write about time travel. This is rebirth, but the result is still waiting for people to cause trouble.