Rebirth 2000: Liquidating the Financial Circle

Lu Chen died once. Forty-seven years old, director of the credit department of the provincial bank. He found out that the old leader he trusted the most had lied to his brother for twenty-five years. He was about to make a comeback, but failed. When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty-two years old, with a monthly salary of eight hundred. Sitting in a private room of a restaurant, the person opposite was holding a glass of wine and coaxing his brother to sign a 30 million loan. In a previous life, this loan was a rope around the brothers' necks. In this life, he will turn the rope into a knife. He remembers every stock market crash, every storm, and everyone's trump cards in the next twenty-five years. He has a list. Section chiefs, bankers, behind-the-scenes players in the capital market, gatekeepers of the international financial order—each one is more difficult to deal with, and each one is more miserable than the last. From a monthly salary of 800 yuan to a net worth of 10 billion, from the county credit department to the international capital card table. This is not a counterattack, this is a reckoning.