At the age of 34, Lin Zhao lost everything.
The afterglow of his father's power after his retirement, his mother's last appearance in front of the hospital bed, Fang Mingyuan patting him on the shoulder and calling him "brother" - all were lost on a gambling table.
The wind is very cold on the tallest unfinished building in Y City. He jumped.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to 2008. My father had just retired, my mother was still here, and nothing had happened yet.
Fang Mingyuan handed over the cigarette again: "Lin Zhao, are you in a bad mood? My brother will take you to relax."
This time, Lin Zhao took the cigarette and smiled.
He knew that Fang Mingyuan would push him into the abyss within two years. He knew his mother's condition would worsen in a year. He knew that the "big shot" hiding behind the scenes was waiting to close the net.
But what he didn't know was that when he decided to start over, the rules of this game had changed.
This time, he wants to win everything back.
