In 2024, Zhou Ye died in a forced drinking game. The company was wiped out, the debt was 20 million, the good brother took over everything, and the ex-wife handed over the divorce agreement. 51 Years of life, ended in only three pages. When he opened his eyes again, the green train was clanging. On September 1, 1992, he was eighteen years old. In his hand was the 800 yuan tuition collected by his father, and a registration card from Jiangcheng University of Technology.
This year, my father has not yet signed that fatal guarantee; my sister has not yet dropped out of school to go south; the spring breeze of the southern tour speech has just blown, and the ground is full of opportunities and pitfalls. He got off the bus midway and started from a pile of 80-yuan quilts at the school gate. He unloaded inventory, opened a copy shop, accumulated computers, and started a software company. Others relied on their courage, but he relied on his thirty-year memory. Others were trying to steal the spotlight, but he had already stood in it and built a wall. Qian Jin, Huang Dafa, Gu Changshan... The people who stepped on him in the previous life are all waiting in the same place in this life.
Zhou Ye opened the first page of the ledger: Bai Lu.
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It's not a brainless novel, but it has a sense of history.
It's not a brainless novel, but it has a sense of history.