The protagonist of the story is called Wang Zhenyu, from Hunan Province. His exact birthplace is a state secret and out-of-province inquiries are not welcome.

  After graduating from college, due to having no background but only a back view, I sought jobs everywhere and hit a wall everywhere, eventually becoming an extreme otaku.

  After a long time, my mother couldnt stand Wang Zhenyus shameless behavior of doing nothing but surfing the internet every day. She repeatedly criticized him on behalf of the organization in a stern and serious tone: "Youd be better off going out to set up a small stall and selling breakfast, rather than just staying at home and waiting for death." Whats wrong with that? Didnt someone who returned from America as a postdoctoral researcher also sell vegetables in Beijing?

  In a fit of rage, Wang Zhenyu actually got a small pushcart and every morning he would sell his own Shandong pancakes along the street, especially noting that they were Wudalang brand. This time it was considered thoroughly famous, relatives all pointed fingers behind his back saying: look at this rascal who came out of nowhere and ended up like this.

  Boastful words are just boastful, laughter is just laughter. Using these to prove that ones own child is excellent is basically unheard of. The world is indeed a cold place, and most relatives are like this.

  What depressed Wang Zhenyu the most was that one day, a middle-aged woman came to buy pancakes with her child and pointed at him, saying to the child: "If you dont study hard, when you grow up, you can only go sell pancakes."

  Wang Zhenyu was so fed up that he wanted to vomit blood. What kind of world is this? In fact, Wang Zhenyu really wanted to tell the mother and son that he, who had always been at the bottom of his high school class, was now in the provincial party committees propaganda department, and had just been promoted to deputy director, all because the director was his uncle. The top student in his class, a graduate of Southeast Universitys telecommunications engineering program, had returned home full of passion to build up his hometown. When he went to the municipal mobile company for an interview, they said his education level was too high and they didnt dare hire him; when he went to the provincial mobile company, they said his education level was too low and they couldnt hire him either. They had messed him around so much that he still hadnt found a job, and not long ago, in desperation, he took the TOEFL exam and went to the United States, embarking on the evil path of Western capitalism. Before leaving, the two of them drank together, and Wang Zhenyu even punched the young man twice in the chest, saying that he would eventually become an American, and by beating him up now, he was showing his love for his country.

  Can you think of these things clearly? You want to say that you are a Tsinghua University student, others will definitely say that you play World of Warcraft every day in college. Its really unjust, I havent even played Beast, let alone World of Warcraft. Moreover, the fact is that those who play World of Warcraft and Beast every day are actually doing very well, so well that we can only look up to them with admiration. Who made their rebirth technology so advanced, with an accuracy rate higher than the precision of American missiles? If theyre not the children of officials or military officers, then they must be the children of rich people.

  Alas, with a sigh, I continue to push the cart to sell Wudalangs pancakes.

  The only thing that Wang Zhenyu can be proud of is that the breakfast pancakes he sells are absolutely clean and hygienic, without adding any artificial additives such as melamine. He can proudly declare that I didnt even add the amount of melamine allowed by the Ministry of Health, I am more hygienic than the Minister of Health.

  "Attention ahead! No unauthorized street vending is allowed. Please pack up and leave immediately. Cooperate with our work." A loud voice suddenly came from behind through a megaphone.

  Wang Zhenyu didnt need to turn around, he knew that the ones who opened their mouths were the city management uncles who had been hanging out in this area for a long time. Having grown up in government, he knew that these unregistered city managers werent easy either; they got up earliest and slept latest in the whole government, and their task of fining was also the heaviest; not to mention doing all the dirty work, but their reputation was also the worst, sometimes when they lost control of their emotions and enforced the law roughly, it wasnt that they were exposed by reporters, or hacked by vendors, and even if something happened, they still had to take the blame, how could they be much better than the Foxconn workers who played jump rope?

  Its not easy being a small vendor, Wang Zhenyu doesnt want to have his goods confiscated by the city management, recently prices have risen sharply, if the car is confiscated, it would be a dream to buy it back at the same price. So Wang Zhenyu pedaled his tricycle and ran away, guessing that these urban management uncles were also bored and listless in the early morning, slowly chasing after him. Damn, isnt this just making fun of himself? Everyone is so familiar with each other, cant they just give some face? Wang Zhenyu secretly cursed the female relatives of these city management officers.

  Suddenly, his sixth sense told him that there was danger. Wang Zhenyu looked up and saw a car coming in the opposite direction at high speed. Oh no, this isnt England, cars are supposed to drive on the right side of the road! Ah, how could he see someone stepping on the gas pedal ahead? No way, I have to dodge. Before Wang Zhenyu could even make a dodging motion, the car crashed into him at 170 kilometers per hour. Wang Zhenyu and his tricycle instantly flew up into the air, reaching a height that defied human physical movement trajectories. Even an Olympic horse jumping champion wouldnt be able to jump out of this one.

  If only Wang Zhenyu hadnt attended that crappy university in the first place, he could have gone straight to the Olympics and maybe even had a "Wang Zhenyu-style free jump" event named after him. Before hitting the ground, Wang Zhenyu still managed to take a glance at the car that sent him flying - wow, an Audi A6! He wondered how many years of selling breakfast hed have to do to afford one like that. Then he entered endless darkness...

  The city management officers who were chasing Wang Zhenyu were stunned. They got out of the car, called the police while not allowing the owner of the Audi to leave.

  The owner of the Audi opened the window and shouted at the city administrators who were blocking him: "You are just a few temporary workers, what are you blocking? Do you know who my dad is? My dad is Li Gang. Im going to fight with the red star shining on me. You think you can block me with just a few dogs? Let me tell you, even if I kill you, its just domestic discipline. You dare to block me? Youre in big trouble now."

  This world is always full of coincidences. On the night of November 9, 1911, in the front line of Hanyang, Hubei Province, there were occasional loud cannon sounds coming from the horizon, piercing through the quiet night sky. A militia officer named Wang Zhenyu was ordered to attend a meeting at the command center.

  Wang Zhenyu was not very old, but he was quite robust and only 21 years old this year. He was born into a small landlord family in Chuanshi Village, Shixiajiang Town, Wugang (now Dongkou), Shaoyang. As the commander of the 2nd battalion of the 49th brigade of the Hunan Army, he was still a cousin of Wang Longzhong, the commander-in-chief of the Hunan Army.

  Wang Longzhongs father, Wang Shizhi, was a fifth-rank official in the Qing dynasty, equivalent to the current deputy mayor of a prefecture-level city. In the eyes of the villagers, this was a very important figure. Wang Zhenyus great-grandfather and Wang Shizhis father were cousins, and through this relationship, Wang Zhenyus father, Wang Longxian, became Wang Shizhis follower. With Wang Shizhis support, he transformed from a tenant farmer with no property to a small landowner with 50 mu of good land.

  Wang Long had always told his son since he was young that as a person, one must know how to repay kindness and that no matter what happens in the future, he must remember the kindness of his uncles family.

  Wang Zhenyu also remembered his fathers words, so he followed Wang Longzhong closely and listened to him without any slackness. Whatever Wang Longzhong ordered, he did it without hesitation, never asking why, and therefore gained Wang Longzhongs appreciation. Of course, doing so also had a downside: over time, Wang Longzhong developed a habit of not discussing things with Wang Zhenyu, and would only call out to him suddenly, which became the norm.

  Wang Zhenyu was also used to it, he thought that no matter what, his uncle would never let him suffer. However, the events of the past half month had left Wang Zhenyu feeling a little bewildered and even fearful, because his uncle, who had been a fifth-rank official in the imperial court, had actually started engaging in treasonous activities.

  It all started last month:

  On the night of October 22, Wang Zhenyu was on duty at the Xiaowu Gate with his brothers. Just as the night watchman struck the hour (between 11 pm and 1 am), his uncle, the deputy commander of the 49th banner, suddenly arrived at the Xiaowu Gate with a group of soldiers. Without saying much, he ordered Wang Zhenyu to open the gate. At this late hour, if it were anyone else, without an order from Governor Yu or Commander Huang of the Central Route Defense Battalion, Wang Zhenyu would not have dared to open the gate.

  After all, he was the first graduate of the Hunan Army Primary School, a regular graduate from a military academy. Although his studies were not thorough, he knew the rules and regulations of the army and the anecdotes of the Dingliu Camp. However, this time the order was given not only by his superior but also by his uncle, and his long-standing habit made him not think twice, and he directly ordered the soldiers to open the Xiaowu Gate, with disastrous consequences.

  As soon as the city gate opened, a large group of people were seen standing outside, all holding weapons and wearing red scarves on their arms. Whats going on? The soldiers under Wang Zhenyu looked at each other in confusion. But the leaders didnt say anything, so the ordinary soldiers naturally didnt dare to ask questions, and let these people enter the city from the small Wu Gate. Wang Zhenyu was stunned for a while before he roughly understood what was happening - wasnt this the same tune as Wuchang? He rarely showed his cleverness and ran to his uncles side, bowing his head and saying: "Uncle, whats going on?"

  Wang Longzhong glanced at him lightly and patted his shoulder: "Young master, the situation has changed, do your best!" Then he didnt care about Wang Zhenyus reaction, and led the people towards the direction of the Provincial Governors Mansion.

  Wang Zhenyu was terrified for a whole night, but in the end, he didnt even hear a single gunshot. Then he heard that a military government had been established, and the big boss had changed from Yu Xunfu to Jiao Dudu. He also heard that Yu Xunfu, the Anhui native, had slipped away quietly that night. Isnt this the famous loyal minister of the Qing dynasty? How could things turn out like this when they were at a critical juncture? The storybooks say that officials should be loyal to the emperor and die with the city, but why is reality so different?!

  Just as he was thinking, Da Zhongchen arrived, and the commander of the Zhonglu Xunfangying camp, Huang Zhonghao from Qianyang (now Huaihua), was tied up with five flowers by several soldiers and dragged to the small Wu gate. Before Wang Zhenyu could figure out what was happening, he almost habitually greeted Huang Daren, but then heard the man holding the execution order board shout loudly: "Huang Zhonghao, as a Han person, is willing to be a Manchu slave dog, opposing the revolution and destroying the restoration. By order of Commander-in-Chief Jiao, execute!" As soon as he finished speaking, several soldiers pressed Huang Zhonghao, who was tied up with five flowers, to the ground. A strong and sturdy man raised his ghost head knife, let out a loud shout, and with one swing of his knife, Huang Zhonghao, this loyal minister, died with a long sigh, without even having time to make a sound.

  He Daoren was indeed honored, but it made Wang Zhenyu vomit. Although he had been in the army for six years, this was his first time seeing someone being killed. During the rice riot that year, no one was killed! Wang Zhenyu immediately understood, revolution, revolution, literally speaking, it really meant to overthrow peoples lives, which was much more serious than being removed from office. This was truly terrifying.