Financial tycoon Song Mo suddenly died on the New York Stock Exchange, and he opened his eyes and returned to the eve of the college entrance examination in 1983. The Chinese medicine in the mottled enamel jar is still cold, and childhood sweetheart Lin Xiaotang is being pushed to the marriage bed of a lame groom by fate. He tore up the review materials, grabbed the two crumpled dollars in his trouser pocket and plunged into the pigeon market, leveraging the first pot of gold between the black market of treasury bills and the wave of electronic watch smuggling.
