There are so many industries that are currently booming, and the whole country will take off in less than ten years.

Hao didn't quite understand, but he knew Xie Ming was right.

You should know that he was a real gangster; he had done all sorts of bad things except murder.

But the increasingly stringent national laws also felt like a tight rein on him, and he knew that the era of plunder and extortion was about to end.

If he doesn't "change careers" as Xie Ming suggested, he'll be shot sooner or later.

A prodigal son who returns is more precious than gold. Fortunately, he has no blood on his hands. His past misdeeds can be forgiven with a little effort. If all else fails, he can turn himself in and settle the score.

Unaware that he had been CPU-switched, Hao Ge was also preparing to completely transform the Nanxing Gang.

On the second day after landing, Chuyang City was once again "calm and peaceful".

Uh! Of course, we should ignore this scene that took place at the foot of a deserted mountain on the outskirts of the city.

"Tell me! Which eye of yours should I destroy?"

Xie Ming held a pencil and pressed the person on the ground down so he couldn't move an inch.

"Boss! Boss! I was really wrong!"

The person on the ground was one of He Zhipeng's underlings who had instigated Xie Ming to harm himself.

"If you're wrong, show some sincerity. I've never eaten this stuff for nothing since I was born."

He grabbed the man's head fiercely.

Today, Xie Ming was accompanied by five die-hard loyalists, and everyone present knew that the bloodshed was unlikely to happen.

However, they were also surprised that someone would do such a scam.

If their boss were to actually shove a pencil into his head, whether he would die or not, his eye would definitely be completely ruined!

This method was extremely ruthless; they trembled just hearing about it.

"Boss, please let me go! Waaah... I really didn't know He Zhipeng had such thoughts! I genuinely thought he was doing what the gang wanted for the best!"

Xie Ming stared coldly at the foolish person in front of him who was oblivious to his own stupidity.

He felt that he had been used to gain experience for this person before, because the Dongxing Gang had caused such a big incident in his previous life.

Fearing the fire would spread to him, he quickly left the gang, packed his bags, and went to another place to make a living.

For more than a decade afterward, there was no news of him until Xie Ming was almost 40 years old when he reappeared in Chuyang City.

At that time, he was a well-known entrepreneur who returned to his hometown to undertake construction projects.

He also visited Xie Ming and told him about his hardships living away from home, and left him tens of thousands of yuan in the end.

Xie Ming had no idea that the other person was not only buying peace of mind with money, but also buying half of his life with money.

Looking back on how I thanked him like an idiot, I want to slap myself a few times.

This person's subsequent experience shows that there are quite a few people like him who have been fooled, and that he gained his success by accumulating experience points from many people.

His intelligence and wisdom were built up from countless bloody lessons, but he only taught others these lessons, without ever tainting them himself.

So from the very beginning, Xie Ming never intended to let him off easily. If this kind of person doesn't learn a lesson, the people around him will be ruined sooner or later.

"Fine! Don't want to ruin your eyes? Then do it yourself."

Xie Ming took out a Swiss Army knife from his pocket, then took out a half-dry cloth, wiped it until it shone, and threw it at the man's feet.

The man on the ground stared at the knife on the ground, his heart trembling. Only now did he realize how ridiculous his words had been!

What is just a matter of a stroke of the pen? All just superficial wounds? ...

Does he not feel pain until the knife cuts him?

The man pounded the ground with his fists, deeply regretting that he had listened to slander and told Xie Ming those lies.

It would have been so much better if he hadn't said that!

"Elder brother, I still have my elderly mother and younger sister at home. I really can't afford to become disabled!"

"Haha! You can't be disabled just because you have an old mother, but I can be? I still have my 70-year-old grandmother!"

Xie Ming roared!

The man in jeans standing nearby couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward, sneering, "Fine! I've never heard of anything like this before. Since you won't choose, how about I help you?"

"No, no, no! No, I'll do it myself!"

Knowing that further delay would be pointless, the man pulled out a knife and stabbed himself.

He was in so much pain from just one cut that he broke out in a cold sweat and his face turned deathly pale.

Xie Ming looked at him and knew that this person was preparing for a low-budget version of "three cuts and six holes".

Sure! If this guy dares to make a move today, those injuries will be enough for him to suffer for the rest of his life.

The group watched as he covered himself in blood before leaving.

After everyone had left, the person on the ground dared to stagger to their feet, clutching the wounds on their arms and abdomen, and walk toward the main road.

After that, there was no news of this person in Chuyang City. Xie Ming knew that he had gone down the same path as in his previous life.

But without that "foolish" spirit of "not fearing the death of others," will he still become a successful entrepreneur?

After making an enemy, Xie Ming stayed at home obediently.