Reborn: I Became a Tycoon

“Chen Feng, you beast! You’re going to sell Niuniu to pay off your gambling debts? You’ll have to step over my dead body first!”

A heart-rending cry pierced his mind like a steel needle.

Chen Feng’s eyes snapped open.

His head throbbed. The air reeked of cheap coal briquettes, musty bedding, and harsh, low-grade alcohol.

Before his eyes were peeling, mottled walls, a dim yellow bulb draped in cobwebs, and an old redwood cabinet with a faded “happiness” character pasted on it.

This was... the home in the workers’ apartment block at the cotton mill, in 1998?