My name is Lin Yi, and my head is crammed with thirty extra years of turbulent memories compared to everyone else in the business.
That brother of mine, Zhou Yan, built Yiheng Capital's trillion-yuan empire from nothing alongside me. I protected him as if he were another me. In the end, he broke my trust into pieces and cashed it out as worthless promises.
I thought I was dead. No, I was reborn.
The subway to Jiangning University Town hasn't opened yet. The land by Baijia Lake hasn't been snapped up by that Fujian businessman. He Jun is still fretting over his credentials at the earthworks allocation center. Ma San has three abandoned dumps and no idea he's got only three years left. In eight months, I turned a warehouse beside the cafeteria, piled high with old desks and chairs, into a courier monopoly in Jiangning University Town, then sold it for 5.5 million. Gaochun Ceramics, which two million people were afraid to touch, rose to 2.72 million in three months. In my previous life, someone got a bargain on that unfinished development by Baijia Lake. This time, I uncovered his cards three months ahead of time.
When He Jun challenged me, I took him on. Wei Yuan Chao's hands had been honed by sixteen years in the Jinan Military Region. His knuckles were covered in calluses. Our shins collided head-on, and neither of us backed down.
There were a few women around me. Qin Xue, a poor student from Dingxi, couldn't even bring herself to look people in the eye when she first arrived. Later, I gave her a 50,000-yuan bonus. She put it straight into her pocket without counting it and said she wanted to send it home because her mother's hands weren't working anymore. Zhou Wan, my homeroom teacher, was twenty-eight and had grown up in a military compound. I spent the whole summer at her apartment. She never asked me a thing. Every night, she simply brought a bowl of porridge out of the kitchen. Song Zhiyi, my high school deskmate, the dream girl of Southeast University...
