At the Peak of the Tide, 1983

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in 1983.

At eighteen, he was hawking goods at the Yiwu Small Commodity Market with just 23 yuan and 6 mao to his name.

In his previous life, he seized every opportunity but lost his way in every trap. He reached the pinnacle of wealth, only to be abandoned by everyone, and ultimately ruined by a pack of capitalists.

This time, he has returned with forty years of business knowledge:

He knows which stocks will rise a hundredfold.

He knows which plots of land will be worth trillions.

He knows whom he can trust and whom he must stay away from.