Reborn in 2002: My Era of Capital and Entertainment

In the autumn of 2002, the ceiling fan in the Beidian dormitory creaked. Shen Yan opened his eyes, eighteen years old, with forty-seven yuan and eighty mao in his pocket.

Half a pack of cigarettes sat on the desk, alongside a dog-eared copy of An Actor's Self-Cultivation and a bankbook tucked beneath it.

But he had other things in his head: the complete Ghost Blows Out the Light, twenty years of hit songs, and the exact moment every new trend would take off.

He earned his first money by writing a book. His first headline came from singing. The first time he made the whole industry remember him, it was thanks to a film nobody was willing to invest in.

Four years later, an old-timer from Zhongguancun watched him over a cup of tea. "Brother, are you here to loot the place?"

Shen Yan slid the contract across the table and smiled.

"Not loot it. Move it. I'm bringing twenty years' worth of things over to my side, one piece at a time."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.