The soul of 2020 fell into the body of a gangster in 1997.
Others were reborn with strategies to counterattack, but I, with my head full of sandbox videos and financial knowledge, traveled through time and became the talker of "Hong Sheng", the largest black force in Jiangcheng.
Sitting on the grand master's chair that belonged to the "eldest brother" of the previous generation, I looked at the room of men in front of me who were looking fierce and eager to share their territory, and I fell into deep thought.
Talk to me about your dreams? I just want them to go to the electronics factory to drill screws, or do live streaming to bring goods. Are you talking to me about the morality of the world? All I could think about was labor law.
Just when I was about to raise my sword and lead my brothers to the shore with a clear conscience and run towards a well-off society, the hall of the emerging forces next door handed me a letter of greeting.
There were only four big words in the letter - "Who are you?"
I laughed. In the world of 1997, it's time to feel the impact of dimensionality reduction in 2020.
"Brothers, venture capital, real estate, and the Internet, which one is not more promising than collecting protection fees? Follow me, I will go public in three years, and retire in five years!"
Hong Sheng brothers: "???"
I, Wang Chen, a law-abiding citizen from the future, decided to give this barbaric old era a vigorous "quality education".
