Water Margin Survival Guide

My rules for survival in the Water Margin are different from others. While the heroes were still practicing martial arts, I was already sitting at the core seat of the master's sect. Behind him is the strongest backer in the world, and beside him are his wife's personal guards who are good at fighting. The senior brothers often sigh, "This son should inherit the mantle." When something happens, the junior brothers always ask me what I mean first. When those wealthy people see me, they will always say with a smile: "I still owe you three drinks." The stockade I secretly arranged gathered heroes from all over according to the list I gave; the trade route I laid out with my own hands ran from the south of the Yangtze River to the north of the Great Wall. I have my eyes and ears in the busiest attic in Bianjing, and the most arrogant general at the border has also received my favors. People in the world call these "rules", but I laugh at them because they can't see through them - this is not a rule, it's the art of weaving a web. Until the beacon smoke spreads over the Yellow River, and the mountains and rivers change color. When everyone's eyes finally focused on me, I put down the wine cup that had been warming for a long time, and tapped the name list in my sleeve: "It's been a long time coming." "Everyone——" "Today, let the world see what it means to be real... One call and a hundred responses."