Chen Mo is an ordinary delivery boy. He runs 40 orders a day and earns 200 yuan. He lives in a partition room in an urban village in Shenzhen. On his twenty-eighth birthday, he was hit by a Land Rover while delivering food and suffered a bloody head injury. While lying in the ambulance, he suddenly remembered the Shuangseqiu lottery numbers ten years ago on June 14, 2015. He saw that string of numbers on the blackboard of the lottery shop the day before his eighteenth birthday. I was drunk at the time and casually said "It would be great if I won" and then laughed for ten years. When he woke up, he went back to 2015 and returned to the classroom of his third year of high school. He bought the lottery ticket with the only ten dollars he had. 30 Million, 24 million after tax.
Chen Mo thought his life was about to take off. He remembers all the trends in the next ten years - shared bikes, Bitcoin, short videos, and new energy. He wants to be a prophet, the invisible richest man, and let his ex-girlfriend who thought he was poor back then see whether he, Chen Mo, is worthy of her. But what he didn't know was that there was someone thousands of miles away in Shenzhen who also remembered that number.
That man's name was Zhou Zihao. His family was in the building materials business and he drove an Audi to school when he was in high school. At that barbecue stall ten years ago, when Chen Mo drunkenly shouted out the numbers, Zhou Zihao was sitting next to him and remembered it with a smile. Zhou Zihao bought it ten times—three hundred million.
A delivery boy and a rich second generation returned to 2015 at the same time. The same number, the same goal - to win this life and win back the same person. Chen Mo thought he was the only prophet. He didn't know that the real war had just begun...
