Lu Chen had died once.
At forty-seven, he was the head of the provincial bank’s credit department. He discovered that the old leader he trusted most had deceived his brother for twenty-five years. Just as he was about to turn the tables, everything fell apart at the last moment.
When he opened his eyes again, he was twenty-two and earning eight hundred yuan a month. He was sitting in a private room at a restaurant, while the man across from him held out a glass of wine and coaxed his brother into signing a thirty-million-yuan loan.
In his previous life, that loan had been a noose around both brothers’ necks. This time, he would turn that noose into a blade.
He remembered every market crash, every storm, and every person’s hidden hand over the next twenty-five years.
He had a list.
Department chiefs, bank presidents, behind-the-scenes players in the capital markets, gatekeepers of the international financial order: each more formidable than the last, and each destined for a more spectacular fall.
From a monthly salary of eight hundred yuan to a fortune worth tens of billions, from a county credit office to the international capital markets.
This isn’t a comeback. It’s a reckoning.
