Reborn in 1965, with a portable space from the start.
Three cubic meters: enough to store goods, hide money, and save your life.
While others fight over houses, he goes after a procurement job at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
While others squabble over family property, one ration ticket for a television shuts everyone up.
His space is piled high with white sugar, bolts of cloth, Moutai, and special-supply approval slips.
In his previous life, no one would even listen when he begged for help. In this life, the whole courtyard lines up to ask him for favors.
Silly Zhu: “Anzi, you’re my own big brother!”
Xu Damao: “Chen, don’t get too cocky!”
Chen Guoan: “Cocky? I haven’t even started yet.”
In this life, he’ll live out every bit of the life he never got to have in his previous one.
