Zhou Chen died once.
Thirty-five years old, he has been moving bricks on a construction site for twelve years, but he can't save any money and can't marry a wife. Later, I met Lin Xiaoman and thought that my life would finally look promising. However, Xiaoman was diagnosed with leukemia and had no money to treat him. He died in the rental house before his eyes. His son, who was just one month old, was sent away. He drank half a kilogram of white wine, fell drunk by the river, fell into it, and never woke up.
But he opened his eyes again.
The mobile phone screen is on, March 7, 2016, Bincheng Long-distance Bus Station. He had three hundred yuan in his pocket, a broken mobile phone, and he was full of energy - he was twenty-five years old.
For ten years in his previous life, he lived like a dog. He remembers everyone who has tricked him, who has deceived him, and who has never been to his grave. Which stock has risen, which piece of land has doubled, which outlet has blown up and fallen, he has the script for the next ten years in his mind.
In this life, he no longer works and is no longer an honest person.
What is owed to him shall be settled one lump sum at a time. Stop those who should be saved in advance. I owed him my life in my previous life, and I will get it back with interest in this life.
Break everything and start all over again.
