Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

Following Lin Jianshen's takeover of Sun Hao Group.

Xia Tingwan's entry into the game shook the Xia family.

Much evidence points to the person behind this.

But that person was shrewd; in most matters, he managed to absolve himself of all responsibility.

Based on the existing evidence, at most it was a matter of poor judgment of character.

Xia Wenshan is dead, and there is no way to verify his identity.

In fact, given the situation, even if he hadn't died, he would have died suddenly at this point.

At this time, another major event occurred in the capital.

Yu Songbai suddenly stepped forward and publicly admitted that he had assisted others in committing crimes for many years.

They also produced a lot of materials to expose and denounce others.

This is clearly a suicidal tactic.

The capital was in an uproar.

Yu Songbai sat in his office chair, reminiscing about his childhood.

When he was a child, his name wasn't Yu Songbai, it was Yu Daxiang.

Grandpa Yu was a rough man, so the names given to members of the Yu family were all particularly rugged.

After Yu Daxiang started elementary school, he was very dissatisfied with his name.

He asked, "Dad, why did you name me this?"

Yu Dahu was young then, and he would practice boxing in the yard shirtless in the dead of winter.

He exhaled a puff of white breath and laughed, "Elephants are so strong, what a great name!"

"If I have grandsons in the future, I'll name them Yu Jiuniu, Yu Jiuxiong, Yu Jiubao..."

"You have the strength!"

Yu Daxiang interrupted Yu Dahu with great dissatisfaction: "Dad, according to your method of naming..."

"Our family is going to be a den of beasts!"

Yu Dahu raised his hand and slapped Yu Xiangda on the buttocks: "You're the beast, your whole family are beasts."

"No... damn it, you've got me all confused."

"Don't think that just because you're the most academically successful among your brothers, I won't beat you."

Yu Daxiang stubbornly said, "I don't care, I don't want to be called this name, change my name."

Yu Dahu symbolically slapped his forehead a few times, then stroked his bristly stubble: "What name do you want to change it to?"

Yu Daxiang said, "I want to be called Yu Songbai."

Yu Dahu was taken aback and asked, "Why?"

Yu Daxiang shook his head and replied, "Only when the year grows cold do we know that the pine and cypress are the last to wither."

Yu Dahu's muscles have become part of his brain; he can't understand these classical Chinese concepts.

He patted Yu Daxiang on the back of the head: "Just say what you want to say, stop shaking your head in front of me."

"Tell me, what is it?"

Yu Daxiang replied, "This sentence comes from the Analects of Confucius, Book 9, Chapter 12."

"It means that we only realize that pine and cypress trees are the last to wither when the weather is coldest each year."

The symbolic meaning is that a person's true character and perseverance are often difficult to discern in favorable circumstances, and can only be truly revealed when facing great difficulties and trials.

Yu Dahu exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, you've got ambition!"

He clapped his hands: "It's rare to find a scholar among such a bunch of beasts, so I'll listen to you. Yu Daxiang, come with me to change your name."

"Dad, from now on, call me Yu Songbai."

"Yu Daxiang, Yu Daxiang, to me, you will always be Yu Daxiang... Hahahaha."

Yu Songbai was furious and turned his head away, refusing to speak to him.

Yu Dahu never imagined that many years later, his most valued son, his favorite son, would go astray and collude with others.

He sat in the ancestral hall and drank for a whole day and night before finally being carried to the hospital.

Yu Songbai got up and spread out a sheet of Xuan paper on his desk in the office.

This stack of Xuan paper is made using traditional handmade methods, with sandalwood bark as its core, and is as thin as a cicada's wing.

It was a gift given to him when someone asked him for a favor.

He wielded his brush and wrote: "Who will ask, 'Is Lian Po, now old, still able to eat?'"

The faint sound of brakes could be heard from downstairs.

Yu Songbai put down his brush, knelt on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed three times in the direction of Donghai City: "Old Chief, my mission is complete."

"We are unable to carry your coffin to your final rest. May you have a safe journey."

Grandpa Cheng's health has deteriorated, and the doctor said he doesn't have much time left.

Yu Songbai and Lin Jianshen are different.

Lin Jianshen's offenses were nothing more than violent debt collection and fighting.

If Yu Songbai wanted to gain people's trust, he had to do a lot of dirty work for others, and the amount of money involved was huge.

He was a "dead spy".

No matter how much the sentence is reduced, he will still face many years in prison. By the time he gets out, Old Master Cheng will definitely be dead.

Moreover, he is not young, and whether he can come out alive is still a question.

Yu Songbai turned around and kowtowed three more times in the direction of the Yu family: "Dad, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have not been able to coexist. Your son is unfilial..."

"But if we can't even fool the Yu family, who can we fool?"

"In my next life, I will be your son again, and I will definitely do my best for the family."

Grandpa Yu died of illness a few years ago.

When Yu Songbai returned to pay his respects, the Yu family, who had already severed ties with him, wouldn't even let him into the mourning hall.

He didn't even get to see his father one last time.

Yu Songbai stood up, wiped away his tears, and laughed loudly, "Wheat has ripened thousands of times, but this is the first time we've done it! Long live the people!"

"Long live the people!"

He had no regrets about purging the remnants of the previous dynasty who had committed evil deeds for the people.

Yu Songbai straightened his Zhongshan suit, put on the Party emblem, and glanced back at the calligraphy hanging on the wall one last time.

That was his own calligraphy work.

The following is a passage from the preface to the China Millennium Monument:

The wind is strong, and the tide is high.

The flood totem is the dragon, and the phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes.

The sacred flame of civilization, unbroken through the ages, is uniquely ours;

It coexists with heaven and earth, and shines with the sun and moon.

The signature was his pen name: Suihan.

A series of rhythmic footsteps approached.

Then there was a knock on the door.

……

At the banquet jointly hosted by the Yu and Ning families.

Ning Yi sighed, "Have you heard about what's been happening lately? I never imagined your uncle could be so patient."

Yu Jiuxiong then remembered that this uncle had gone to the battlefield to fight the enemy as soon as he came of age.

Everyone seems to have forgotten his glorious past, and only remembers the dirty things he did for others.

When Yu Jiuxiong was a child, Yu Songbai was particularly fond of him, saying that he was the second academically gifted member of the Yu family.

Yu Jiuxiong also enjoyed listening to his stories about the battlefield.

He said that he was a sharpshooter back in the day, killing one enemy with every shot.

Unfortunately, supplies ran out, and we're out of bullets.

Otherwise, he'd at least earn the title of a sharpshooter.

He also mentioned that their advance troops had advanced too quickly, and the main force and supplies couldn't keep up.

They crouched in the foxholes, blocking the enemy and preventing them from escaping.

The conditions were incredibly harsh.

With no water to drink, they could only lick the dew off the rocks, and their lower abdomen always ached.

He had nothing to eat; he had eaten all the rats in the hole, and his stomach felt like it was on fire every day.

The cave was pitch black, and sometimes you wouldn't even know how many days had passed.

Later, the enemy discovered he was out of bullets and launched another attack.

He picked up his bayonet and killed three men, but he almost died himself in the process.

Fortunately, the higher-ups personally led a team to rush up.

He was fine, but his superior was injured and, while lying on a stretcher, was still praising him: "You people from the Yu family are truly fierce, well done!"

He always believed that what Yu Songbai said was true.

Later, Yu Songbai's reputation was ruined, and everyone cursed him.

Yu Jiuxiong felt a deep sense of loss.

He always thought this uncle was a true hero.

Because many details cannot be fabricated.

But everyone says that what happened back then was just him bragging. How could someone like him be a hero on the battlefield?

The Yu family all scolded him for being unfilial, saying that he had made the old man sick with anger.

Yu Jiuxiong didn't dare to refute.

He took a big gulp of wine and suddenly said, "I want to change my name too."

Ning Yi asked in surprise, "What name do you want to be called?"

Yu Jiuxiong said, "From now on, call me Yu Qingzhu."

"Bamboo, one of the Three Friends of Winter, is the green bamboo."

Ning Yi clicked his tongue: "Suddenly, it's become quite elegant."

Yu Jiuxiong said, "How could the Three Friends of Winter not be elegant?"

He didn't want to elaborate on that and changed the subject: "Where's Xia?"

Ning Yi pointed: "The dressing room."

(I can't see the comments section on my phone, so I'll use the main text to say this: We'll meet again tomorrow. Please comment if you have any requests for specific slice-of-life content. I don't have any ideas yet... to be honest, I'm not very good at this part...)