Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

Aunt Zhang, with her long eyelashes and wearing a floral cotton coat, walked into the crowd and tugged at the hem of Grandpa Lian Taiji's clothes: "Hey, Grandpa Wang, what kind of background do you think this young Chen has? That piece of pork is so big, it's enough for him to eat for several days."

"You've only moved here in the last two years, so you might not know the situation. Xiao Chen's parents used to have a very large business and even held official positions. They took good care of everyone in the compound, it's just a pity." Grandpa Wang couldn't help but sigh at the end.

Aunt Zhang nodded, her watery eyes scanning the young man in the courtyard, lost in thought.

While the neighbors chatted, several staff members waited quietly on the side without urging them to hurry.

"Thank you, you've worked hard."

Chen Jianming stepped forward, took the pork, and gave a brief thank you.

He listened to the chattering of his neighbors, but he couldn't be bothered to explain.

The factory hasn't been acquired yet, and the police are suspicious of Chen Weiguo's disappearance. For now, it's best to keep a low profile.

"The ten pounds of pork have been delivered; we're leaving now."

The staff members didn't explain why they were delivering pork; they just waved and left the yard.

He put the pork back in the house, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard under the watchful eyes of the elderly folks.

He hasn't had a proper chance to explore the city since returning, and today he plans to take a good stroll around the capital.

Anyway, there's nothing much going on right now, so there's no need to rush things at the factory.

Even if he didn't own a factory, he still had plenty of money. The gold, silver, and antiques in his spatial storage were enough to buy several factories.

You can't spend it all, you simply can't spend it all!

Besides, the police are keeping a close eye on things now. Let that old bastard Chen Damin run wild for a few more days, and then we'll deal with him later.

The capital city is still far less developed than it was in later generations.

The streets are lined with mostly low, single-story houses.

Even the most prosperous areas are somewhat dilapidated, and the whole city looks like it's in dire need of rebuilding.

"Steamed buns! Freshly steamed buns, piping hot, with thin skin and generous filling, only a dime each!"

At a roadside breakfast stall, an older woman was loudly hawking her wares.

The stall was packed with people, noisy and bustling, creating a lively atmosphere.

"Auntie, two steamed buns, pork filling, please."

"Okay."

He bought two large meat buns and strolled down the street while eating them. When he saw a clothing store, he thought he would go in and exchange them for a few outfits.

I've been looked down upon quite a bit these past few days because of my clothes and appearance.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it; it's better not to be too conspicuous right now.

I took a pedicab and headed straight for the Forbidden City.

The tricycle swayed and rattled through the streets and alleys, and soon stopped outside the palace walls.

"We've arrived, 50 cents."

After paying and getting off the bus, I looked around and saw that the red walls were mottled and there was scaffolding in many places outside the palace walls, and many areas were under renovation.

It was indeed magnificent, but compared to later generations, it looked rather dilapidated, with large sections of the palace walls having lost their plaster.

In some places, even the walls have collapsed, and some workers are busy repairing them.

I walked around the palace wall and bought a ticket to enter the Forbidden City.

There were very few tourists in the Forbidden City; many areas were under construction and tourists were not allowed to enter.

He strolled around, passing the Hall of Supreme Harmony and the Palace of Heavenly Purity, and finally walked into the Imperial Garden, seeing most of the Forbidden City.

However, most of the side halls were closed and people were not allowed to enter.

"Even though it's a bit dilapidated, the Forbidden City is still magnificent!"

He sighed, feeling incredibly small standing in the Forbidden City.

I've been shopping from morning until noon, and after touching my stomach, I'm actually a bit hungry.

I arrived at Bianyifang based on my memory.

"Boss, two roast ducks, please!"

The owner was taken aback: "Young man, this duck is huge. Can you finish it all by yourself?"

"If you can finish it, just take the picture."

Chen Jianming sat in his seat. Bianyifang's roast duck was famous.

The shop was full of people, all of whom were eating with their heads down and no one noticed him.

"Here you go, your roast duck."

Before long, the owner brought two fragrant roast ducks to the table.

Pick up a lotus leaf pancake, roll up a few pieces of succulent duck meat, and add chopped scallions, cucumber strips, and sweet bean sauce.

One bite, and your mouth is filled with fragrance—it's truly authentic!

"It still has to be Bianyifang's roast duck, the taste is truly authentic!"

...

On the other side, in an office at the processing plant.

Chen Damin, the factory director, was wearing an expensive suit and had a cigar between his fingers. He was squinting and enjoying a leisurely smoke.

On the leather sofa opposite, sat a middle-aged woman dressed flamboyantly, with two large earrings and a thick layer of powder on her face.

The middle-aged woman smeared her lips bright red and smacked them a few times: "Damin, I heard that Chen Dashan's son went back to the city. He's been abandoned in the mountains for so long, and that little beast is still alive? Has he been to the factory?"

Chen Damin glanced at her and said indifferently, "You came here like a novice, wanting to take over the factory. Let me find an excuse to send you away."

The middle-aged woman asked, "Didn't that little beast react at all? Wasn't he angry?"

Chen Damin took a puff of his cigar: "No, I didn't. I managed to fool you completely."

The middle-aged woman frowned, puzzled. "That shouldn't be the case. The factory was taken over. Young people are hot-blooded. How could he not be angry after suffering such a huge loss? Either he's an idiot, or..."

"What do you mean? Honey, are you saying he's putting on an act for me?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Damin stopped smoking his cigar.

The middle-aged woman said fiercely, "That's possible. I said from the beginning to just kill him directly. Why leave so much trouble behind? I don't know what Chen Dajun was thinking, insisting on throwing that little beast into the mountains. Is he out of his mind?"

"Don't worry, wife. When my second brother left, the factory was transferred to my name. He can't take it away. What can a young educated youth who just returned to the city do against me?" Chen Damin crossed his legs, picked up a cigar, and continued to smoke.

"That's good. Hey, have you heard? Chen Weiguo has also disappeared, and Chen Dajun is nowhere to be found either. What's going on with those two?"

"What? Weiguo has disappeared? When did this happen? No wonder that kid hasn't been coming to see me lately."

"It's good that he's gone. We'll figure out a way to kill that little bastard and take over the old house too!"

...

After finishing both roast ducks at Bianyifang, Chen Jianming patted his belly and went out, leisurely strolling outside the Forbidden City with a contented look on his face.

The management is not as strict as it was in later years, and there are snack stalls everywhere around the Forbidden City, making it very lively.

Not far along, an old neighborhood came into view.

As far as I can remember, this area seems to be an antique market.

Since he had nothing better to do, he simply walked over.

The antique market occupies a large area, with old shops standing side by side, most of which have their doors half-closed, and only a few handicrafts displayed on the stalls in front of them.

These days, the crackdown on the resale of cultural relics is very strict, so these shops don't dare to be too blatant.

Walking into several shops, I saw some blue and white porcelain and ancient coins displayed on the counters. After a quick glance, I realized that most of them were fake.

At the end of the street, there is a museum. Although it is state-run, it is poorly managed and has very few visitors.

Chen Jianming's eyes lit up. He remembered that there was a special counter in the museum that was specifically for foreign tourists.

There are many precious gems hidden here, covered in dust!