One Yellow Mountain Red

In 1919, Donnie's soul traversed into the United States.
To start off, Donnie, just a soldier who had recently stepped down from the battlefields of World War I, was framed by his superior. Before the Prohibition era began, he took over a bar in Atlantic City. With the perspective of a transmigrator and ruthless tactics, he gradually became the largest bootlegger in America.
In the roaring twenties, Donnie delved into bootlegging, ran beauty pageants, built his career, and stormed Wall Street.
Decades later, when people studied modern American history, they found that the name 'Donnie Block' was one they simply could not ignore!!!

America 1919

After some thought, Donnie decided to give up on calling Marshall about this matter. Sometimes, a single word from him could potentially cause an unpleasant incident over there.


History is recorded in writing. If one day he wanted the Block Family's business to enter the East, then his name should not appear in these events!


"Forget it, that's a matter for decades later. Even entering the Eastern market would be a job for future generations!"


Donnie shook his head nonchalantly and got up from the bed.


Helen came in holding a robe and handed it to Donnie, saying, "Go take a bath, I've ordered breakfast for you!"


Donnie took the robe but didn't let Helen leave. Instead, he pulled her straight into the bathroom.


Helen's resigned voice came from within the bathroom...


"It's all your fault, we're going to be late!"


Helen fussed with her hair, casting a coquettish look at Donnie, an expression she only revealed when they were alone.


217, Heading towards the White House_4