Lin Wending was reborn in the 1980s. When he opened his eyes, it was a night of flowers and candles in the wedding room. The female military doctor beside the bed was cold and charming, and her bare makeup was as good as that of a big star. Just as he was about to turn off the lights and get under the covers, his aloof wife threw out a piece of paper and asked him to make a three-part agreement to divorce him on a certain date. "Fuck you!" Lin Wending shredded it with his backhand. "Being able to marry me is the greatest blessing in your life!" Everyone laughed at him, a second-rate guy, who was not worthy of the Kaolinghua of the Military Region. Even his uncle pointed at his nose and scolded, "You are a second-rate guy. If my sister marries you, she will be poor for the rest of her life!" Little did they know that he had been eyeing the trend of the times, buying and selling, setting up factories and building buildings, and the myth of a ten-thousand-yuan household spread throughout the streets.
