On the summer night of 1995, Su Wanqing woke up in a dilapidated dormitory.
The calendar beside my pillow clearly read: On the eve of the wave of layoffs in state-owned enterprises, the Internet bubble has not yet arisen.
She held on to the only monkey ticket in her pocket and pawned her mother's relics in exchange for start-up funds.
The roommate cried and complained that her father was about to lose his job. Su Wanqing handed over the flyer: "Tell your uncle that this new company is worth joining."
During the heavy rain, she walked to the bank with cash in hand, but she bumped into the squad leader who had tricked her into joining a pyramid scheme in her previous life.
The neon light shattered into gold dust in the puddle, and she chuckled and ran over it with her feet:
"I want to be the richest man in my new life."
