Reborn: Rising to the Top Through the Stock Market

Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly; ten years passed like a fleeting moment. If you could live your life over, who wouldn't want to pluck the stars and gather the moon, hum a few pop hits, shoot some spectacular films, and enjoy the company of a beautiful woman? After years of struggling in the sea of humanity, working like an ox or a horse, and seeing enough of life's coldness, all you want is a warm place to rest. But Zhao Ningsheng chooses the thorny road: letting his sweat fall into the soil and using his iron spine to hold up the sky. He wants to kindle a light to illuminate his people's journey, and let the dragon's roar echo from one end of the universe to the other. “Ow!” Zhao Ningsheng walks along with his head down, scrolling through a stock-trading app, and doesn't notice the girl coming toward him. She doesn't see him either, since she's also looking down at her phone. Two phone addicts cross paths without seeing each other's faces. Fortunately, they both have nice figures. A friendly reminder: don't drink and drive, and don't walk with your head down. You won't always bump into a beauty when you look down. You might just run into a bill. “Are you okay? Sorry, I was too busy looking at my phone.” Zhao Ningsheng hurriedly helped the girl, who had landed flat on the ground, back to her feet. “I'm fine. I was at fault too. Mom was right: you shouldn't play on your phone while walking!” The girl got up and brushed the dirt off her clothes. She had long, slender legs and wore a pair of shiny black combat boots. As she dusted herself off, she furrowed her brow slightly. That fall had hurt quite a bit. “Should we go to the hospital and get you checked out?” “No need. As long as I didn't hit my head, it's fine. I'm not exactly smart to begin with. If I hurt my brain too, I'd be in trouble,” the girl muttered.