At that time, in the county town, the streets were filled with the roar of Jialing motorcycles, "Young and Dangerous" was playing in the video hall, BP machines were on the waist, and Santana was a sacred car.
I was just a passerby until that crumpled lottery ticket hit me.
My dad took the money and opened a factory, which became prosperous.
I was still a transparent person in school, watching the class bullies act cruelly and the school beauties scheming.
They thought I was a poor boy, but in fact the life and death of their company depended on my father's thoughts.
This story is nothing like a counterattack novel. I was just a silent spectator, watching the changes in this county.
