When Jiang Ming woke up, he had transmigrated to a parallel world in 1984 and become a two-year-old toddler.
This world was remarkably similar to the one he’d left behind, with nearly identical major events and economic trends.
He knew nothing about industry or management, and had no interest in getting caught up in the changing times. All he had was a laid-back System:
Every birthday, choose one of two rewards: your age multiplied by one million, or a strengthened physique.
After spending two years figuring out how this world worked, he could finally relax.
He also had two neighbor girls who had been stuck to his side since childhood. They grew up together, as close as could be.
While everyone else was diving into business, struggling to make their fortune and open factories,
Jiang Ming quietly did just one thing:
He picked the leading companies of the coming decades, bought their shares, locked them away, and never touched them.
He started investing in 1986 and cashed out completely in 2007.
No watching the market, no trading, no fuss. He simply lounged around and collected dividends.
Then the 2008 financial crisis hit, and misery was everywhere.
With tens of billions in cash, he quietly entered the market and snapped up the era’s most vital assets at rock-bottom prices.
No startups, no management, no showing off, no public appearances.
He stayed by the side of his two childhood sweethearts, spending his life as a low-key super shareholder,
reaping effortless gains throughout the golden age of Longguo’s rise.
I'm leaving the first comment myself. If there are any problems, please point them out here, or if you have any good suggestions, please feel free to give me some pointers. 🍉 This is my first time writing a historical fiction story, so my writing style might be a bit off. Please be kind! [Full]
Why would someone have money to suffer? Doing business during that time is just asking for trouble.
He might as well just go write novels about officialdom.
Well, how should I put it? It's hard to explain in a few words; I can't even tell who's who.
Looks good, okay.