After years of hard work in all kinds of industries, Wu Yu had amassed a fortune worth over a hundred million. Nearly fifty years old, he was living the perfect life, surrounded by children and grandchildren.
Then one drunken night sent him back to 1997. Looking at the drafty mud-brick house, Wu Yu nearly wept.
But since he was here, he had to do something. Otherwise, he would feel he had let down this era on the verge of taking off, and this country on the brink of revival.
The beginning has a very period feel, and the writing should be very good. 😏 Love to mess with! Love to provoke