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In 1913, it was stormy and dark, and Beiping was in chaos. Lin Yanzhi's top priority was to make money and shock people's hearts. Copying poems is not for fame, how can writing articles be profitable? Just because there are hills and valleys in my chest, and mountains and rivers hidden in my eyes. Every word is astonishing, and every piece of beauty moves the capital. In the debate between the old and the new, the debate between the literary and the white, some people regard him as the torch of enlightenment, while others denounce him as a deviant; there are swords in dark alleys and smoke in the newspapers. However, his will does not change, and his path becomes stronger: get up, don't kneel! The Emperor is gone, and there is no one worthy of your knees! I'm not worth your knees either! You have to drink wine one sip at a time, and walk the road step by step. If you take too big a step, you will easily lose your temper. In these troubled times, I am here for only three things: enlightenment, enlightenment, or fucking enlightenment! Lin Yanzhi has only one sentence: Apply for World Heritage!