Shen Zhiyuan died at the age of 38 on the day the company he founded was taken away.
When I opened my eyes, in August 2006, in the freshman dormitory of the university, the ceiling fan creaked and spun on the ceiling. An eighteen-year-old body, a thirty-eight-year-old memory - Taobao is booming, QQ dominates the world, mobile Internet has not yet entered the market, and gold is everywhere waiting for the prophet to pick it up.
He prepared everything. The first pot of gold, bull market layout, and financial crisis bargain hunting plan. Every step is based on the optimal solution that was missed in the previous life.
Until one day, he opened a plan left by a competitor in a cafe - there was a line of small words written in ballpoint pen at the footer: I know you are back too.
Su Wanqing. The lover in the past life, the old enemy, the person who finally left, the sound of high heels on the marble floor became farther and farther away.
She was also reborn.
Two prophets, one chessboard. He knew all her tricks, and she knew every one of his trump cards. Making money, gambling, tracking down the mastermind behind the schemes in his previous life - every step becomes more and more entangled in the double helix of business and emotion.
"I will stand next to you in this life. If you still want someone."
