When he woke up, Jiang Wan, the gold medal sales director in Shanghai, traveled back to 1979. Good news: She has transformed from an educated youth with her back to the sky to a "literary person" who is about to return to the city. Bad news: The job assigned to her in the city is to rub her back in a bathhouse, with a monthly salary of 28.5 Yuan. Want to transfer? No way! What's even worse is that her stepmother gave her room to her step-sister, her mean grandmother pointed her nose at her and scolded her as a loser every day, and all the best relatives in the family were waiting to see her laugh. Jiang Wan: ... Okay, whoever wants to do this bathing job can do it, I won't wait for you anymore! In the 1980s when opportunities were everywhere, the timid were starved to death and the bold were starved to death. With all the money he saved when he went to the countryside - 20 yuan and 30 pounds of food stamps, Jiang Wan set up his own stall at the entrance of the alley. From the "Que Liang" floral fabrics that initially attracted girls all over the city to snap up, to the bell-bottoms and toad mirrors that became all the rage later, and others were still competing in supply and marketing cooperatives, Jiang Wan already had his own purchasing channels. Relatives laughed at her for not doing her job properly and for being embarrassing. Jiang Wan smiled and said nothing while counting the "Great Unity" in his hand. Later, when she rode a brand-new 28-bar bicycle and wore the most fashionable Hong Kong-style dress and became the first "ten thousand-yuan household" in the neighborhood, those who looked down on her at the beginning were filled with regret. Little Theater: One day, the aloof man in the courtyard who always silently helped her look after the stalls and chased off the gangsters cornered her in a corner, her ears red. "Comrade Jiang Wan, I think we need to discuss the cooperative relationship in depth." Jiang Wan raised his eyebrows: "How to go in depth?" The man's eyes were burning:
