On the day he was framed by the director and kicked out of the cultural relics store, Chen Yan was reborn.
What came back with him were his memories and professional knowledge from his previous life.
The broken incense burner in the scrapyard looked so purple in his eyes;
The supply and marketing cooperative's "handled goods" are hidden in golden light.
Fifty cents turned into five hundred, three yuan turned into three thousand, and he quietly accumulated capital.
His brother and sister-in-law who once looked down upon him now come to borrow money with a smile on their face;
The leader who once stepped on him now begs him to "take care of him".
"In this life, I not only want to be rich and powerful, but also want to make my family stand upright and make my enemies kneel and repent!"
When he spent tens of millions at an international auction for a Buddha head that had been lost overseas, the audience was silent.
Wang Fugui, who was sitting in the corner, finally remembered that morning many years ago, when the young man looked at him with cold eyes:
"Whatever you owe me, I will take it back with my own hands with interest."
