Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

Zhao Chongming was awakened by the sound of an enamel mug clattering.

I opened my eyes to find it was already dark outside the window, and the old-fashioned wall clock showed 6:17.

The room was filled with the salty aroma of leftover noodles with soybean paste, and the Haier refrigerator in the corner hummed like a tired old ox.

He sat up, his mind a complete mess.

Last night... he was watching "In the Name of the People" in his dorm room, and when he saw the scene where Zhao Dehan knelt in front of the refrigerator and cried, "I didn't spend a single penny," he was amazed by the veteran actor's acting skills.

That's great, really great.

How did I end up lying in this 1990s-style room when I opened my eyes?

This is clearly a house allocated by the work unit.

On the bedside table sat a family photo: the father, Zhao Dehan, wore a crisp Zhongshan suit and looked serious; the mother held his arm and smiled reservedly; and the young man in the middle, wearing a school uniform and with slightly curly hair, was himself.

"I... I've transmigrated into Zhao Dehan's son?"

In an instant, Zhao Chongming felt his head buzzing.

Then, countless memories surfaced in my mind.

"My father is Zhao Dehan, the one who embezzled two hundred million?" Zhao Chongming was somewhat shocked. He shook his head slightly, feeling that it was absurd.

Did I get transported into this world just because I admired the veteran actor's performance?

Zhao Chongming just returned from studying abroad this year.

A diploma mill overseas.

Anyway, Zhao Chongming was a good-for-nothing abroad, and now he has just returned to China after getting his diploma.

Just then, a cold, mechanical voice rang in his mind:

[Ding! The "Hope Your Father Becomes a Dragon" system has been successfully bound!]

[Host: Zhao Chongming]

[Father: Zhao Dehan (Current Position: Director of Project Division, a Department of a National Ministry)]

[System Rules: The higher the father's official rank, the more outstanding his achievements, and the better his reputation, the richer the rewards the host will receive.]

[Initial Mission: Prevent Zhao Dehan from being brought down due to corruption]

Zhao Chongming: "..."

He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hope your father becomes a dragon? My dad is about to be handcuffed by Hou Liangping, and you still want me to hope he becomes a dragon? This system must have been sent from the hell's customer service department."

System: Zhao Dehan's early life experiences are being summarized...

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Chongming sat bolt upright, pulling out his phone. "This isn't a smartphone!"

The phone model is Nokia 3310.

Zhao Chongming glanced at the date—May 12, 2007.

"2007?" Zhao Chongming breathed a sigh of relief, almost bursting out laughing. "That's still seven or eight years before Hou Liangping investigates the case, right? In the TV series, Zhao Dehan was brought down around 2014... I have plenty of time!"

He rolled out of bed, his mind racing: "If I can launder my dad's money over the next few years and cultivate a clean and honest image, I might even be able to retire at the vice-ministerial level... Won't the system rewards be off the charts then?"

Damn it...

Zhao Chongming was 100% certain that his father had embezzled funds.

It's definitely not going to be possible for him to study abroad on his own, relying solely on Zhao Dehan's fixed salary.

They must have made a lot of money.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to withstand the Americans' killing pressure.

They keep saying they didn't spend a single penny, but nobody believes that!

"Dad, eating noodles with soybean paste!" Zhao Chongming came out and looked at his father, who was eating a clove of garlic and a mouthful of noodles. He felt that the scene was a little familiar.

"Have a bite!" Zhao Dehan pushed a bowl of noodles over.

"No!" Zhao Chongming was still relatively relaxed and casually said, "Give me two thousand yuan, I'll go have dinner with Yao Yao!"

Yao Yao is the girlfriend that the original owner of this body was pursuing.

I've been pursuing this for a long time, and my plan was to win her over tonight, but she came to me on her own.

Since that's the case, then I won't hold back.

Zhao Dehan rummaged through his wallet, then pulled out a bank card: "Go ahead! If it's not enough, ask your old man for more!"

Zhao Chongming chuckled and said, "Okay!"

Then, Zhao Chongming pushed open the door and went out.

But just as he reached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Across the alley, under an old locust tree, sat a dusty, gray Santana.

With the car window half open, a man in a dark jacket kept his gaze fixed on the nameplate of the Zhao family's small building.

That gaze was clearly fixed on their own window.

Zhao Chongming's heart skipped a beat.

It looks somewhat familiar.

"Lu...no, no, it's...Hou Liangping?"

impossible!

It is 2007 now, and the plot is set in 2014.

How could Hou Liangping possibly appear at his doorstep seven years in advance?

"Could it be... the plot has been moved forward?"

Zhao Chongming's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

But then she thought again and comforted herself: "No, maybe it's just a resemblance? Or maybe it's just a routine investigation? After all, my dad is only a section chief now, it hasn't reached the point of alarming Hou Liangping..."

"wrong!"

Zhao Chongming muttered to himself, "My dad is a section chief now. When Hou Liangping investigated my dad, he was already a section chief!"

Looking at the Nokia in his hand, Zhao Chongming felt a little annoyed.

My old phone can't connect to the internet at all.

Otherwise, at least we could check whether Sha Ruijin has already been assigned to Handong Province.

Zhao Chongming walked past the Santana without making a sound. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two people sitting in the back of the Santana. They were both dressed in civilian clothes, but their waists were bulging—clearly they were carrying guns.

"Damn it...they really are watching us!"

Zhao Chongming's palms were sweating as his mind raced: "But my dad's two hundred million... he should have hidden it all by now, right? Behind the refrigerator, under the bed, in the washing machine's compartment... he hid it all himself! If we search now, we'll catch him red-handed!"

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Chongming whistled as he left the residential area.

Clearly, several people's eyes swept over him.

"Eighty percent!" Zhao Chongming took a deep breath, then thought of his father eating a clove of garlic and a mouthful of noodles.

It has all the iconic moments.

Zhao Chongming realized the seriousness of the situation.

It is said that the novel "In the Name" was first written in the 1990s, but was not continued in the 1990s for some reason. It was not until after 2000 that it was resumed, but was not finished in 2000 for some reason. It was not until 2014 that it was finally completed.

Initially, it was estimated that the author might have planned to write about the world around 07 or 08.

"So, it's 2007 now, but Hou Liangping has already set his sights on his own father?" Zhao Chongming frowned, then cursed inwardly.

What the hell is this?

This damn system is worse than nothing.

I just transmigrated, and I haven't even had a few hours of my "second-generation official" experience card yet.

Ding!

Just then, a voice suddenly rang in Zhao Chongming's mind.

[Host, the settlement for the first half of Zhao Dehan's life has been completed. Would you like to claim the rewards for the first half of Zhao Dehan's life?]

"The fruits of my father's life's struggles, and there's a reward? Withdraw it! Quickly!" Zhao Chongming was overjoyed.