When he woke up, Lin Nianhe, a petty bourgeoisie white-collar worker in Shanghai, became a "little unlucky guy" in a small northeastern town in the 1980s who had just had his engagement broken off and was being laughed at by the whole factory. My parents sighed in sorrow, my neighbors were gossiping while eating melon seeds, and my love rival was showing off in a brand new "Chen Liang" shirt. Lin Nianhe:? That's it? Break off an engagement? Well done! Whoever wants that kind of mama's boy will take it away, and I won't return the gifts (watch, bicycle, sewing machine, radio) after three turns and one ring! No job? It doesn't matter! This was the 1980s when self-employment was on the rise and opportunities were everywhere! While others were still struggling for the iron job, Lin Nianhe was already riding her 28-year-old bar, traveling to supply and marketing cooperatives and black markets, relying on her advanced business sense to wear southern bell-bottoms and Hong Kong-style toad glasses. While everyone was still counting money carefully with food stamps, her stall had become the most fashionable scenery in the city, and she could count the money easily. From a small stall, to contracting a township enterprise, to a rising star in the business world, Lin Nian-Zhen Ba Zong He said, I have to earn this incredible wealth myself! Small Theater: One day, the ex-fiance of an officer who was said to have a distinguished family and a promising future came to the door. Looking at Lin Nianhe, who lived in a large red brick house and watched a black and white TV, he was so regretful that his intestines turned green. Lin Nianhe was chomping on melon seeds, not even bothering to raise his eyelids: "Comrade, please wait in line to buy things. Jump in line and pay more." The cold-faced man next to her who had been helping her carry the goods stepped forward, protected her behind him, and said in a deep voice: "She won't sell it to you." Lin Nianhe: Huh? Why does this random labor force still care about me?
