In 1986, I froze to death on the deck of a smuggling ship with the gold necklace I bought for my wife in my arms—and that ship was the tomb where my "brother" Zhao Yongfu sent me on my way.
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the shabby house in a Beijing hutong on the 16th day of the first lunar month in 1980.
Thirty-eight dollars and fifty cents, a quilt with leaky cotton, and the woman outside the door who I had dragged down my entire life in my previous life - Lin Xiaomei.
In this life, I grabbed her hand:
"Follow me. I'll let you wear a gold necklace within half a year and live in a building within a year."
"What Zhao Yongfu owes us, I want him to spit it out a hundred times!"
From New Year paintings at night markets to the foreign exchange black market, from Shenzhen tin sheds to self-developed chip assembly lines...
When our "Qiming" chip was installed into the country's first electronic watch,
When Hong Kong rich people beg us for joint ventures,
When Zhao Yongfu knelt in front of the bankrupt factory and cried -
I held Lin Xiaomei, who was pregnant with her second child, in my arms and stood on the top floor of the industrial park:
"Where is this?"
"Our chips will be put on satellites, and our factories will be opened all over Southeast Asia."
"In this life, I want to serve the country with industry, and I want you to live a long life."
——After being reborn, I am a wolf in a poor family, a king on the chip battlefield, and a silly man who dotes on his wife to the heavens.
