On the night before graduation, Qi Tongwei found the ring still clutched in his hand.
In his previous life, he knelt down and won himself years of glory, only to hear a gunshot at Lone Eagle Ridge.
In this life, he slipped the ring back into his pocket and walked away.
He wouldn’t join the system, rely on the Liang family, or take that old road that demanded he bow his head.
With just three hundred yuan, he headed south to Shenzhen and started from construction sites, concrete pipes, and piles of broken bricks. He went from a poor student everyone looked down on to building a sprawling empire spanning construction materials, finance, heavy industry, ports, vocational schools, and new energy.
The Liang family tried to crush him. The Zhao family tried to trample him. Old acquaintances tried to drag him back to the past.
But in this life, he believed in just one thing:
A person can be poor, can lose, and can claw their way up from the mud.
But they must never kneel.
It's so tiring, like a sad drama. Don't say anything, hide it in your heart and pretend to be deep, like a human machine, the dialogue is always two or three words long. There are too many such articles recently.