On the execution ground, Qin Haoran knelt on the loess, with no trace of despair on his face. From graduating from Princeton to having a net worth of tens of billions, from fighting with someone with half a piece of bread and breaking his hands to being sent in by a dozen enemies. The Phoenix TV female reporter looked at him with red eyes, and he smiled at her from a distance. Gunshots were fired. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to twenty years ago - an era when no one dared to call him by his first name.
