In the summer of 1985, 18-year-old Chen Lidong failed the college entrance examination.
In the era when iron rice bowls were still golden rice bowls, failure meant joining a factory as an apprentice, earning a salary of thirty yuan a month, waiting in line to be allocated a house, marrying a wife and having a baby, and seeing the end of the world at a glance.
But Chen Lidong knows that he is different from others - he is back from 2026.
In his previous life, he died suddenly in front of the computer. When he woke up, he was lying on the creaky wooden bed in the old house. The calendar on the wall was turned to July 1985. He remembered that the small commodity market in the south was booming this year. He remembered that prices broke through the barrier in 1988, the sea boom in 1992, and the housing reform started in 1998... The wealth codes of the next twenty years were all stored in his mind.
His father, Chen Jianguo, was an eighth-level fitter in a machinery factory. He had been an honest man all his life and felt that "the public job was the most secure." When he heard that his son was going to do business, he was so angry that he threw down his job. His mother secretly gave him 20 yuan, and his second sister who worked in a department store lent him 15 yuan, plus the 36-35 yuan he had saved, this was his entire capital.
Since he started selling socks at a night market stall, Chen Lidong has been kicked out by urban management, run against by his colleagues, and even reported as a "speculator." But he gritted his teeth and got through it - making a net profit of 236 yuan in the first month, which was equal to his father's salary for four months. . . .
Very good I like it very much
The smell of love is too strong