In the winter of 1981, Chen Jianguo was reborn.
In his last life, he was a rich man in a third-tier city, but by the time he became rich, his father had already died in a brick kiln, and his mother also died of illness on the earthen bed, without even being able to see each other for the last time.
In this life, he returned to his impoverished home.
Ten yuan in capital, a pile of goods, and a canvas stall.
Others scolded him for being opportunistic, so he dug out State Council documents and attacked the municipal director.
Others laughed at him for wishful thinking, but he had all the opportunities in the next thirty years in his mind.
He worked hard to set up stalls, factories, chain stores, and real estate. Every step he took was based on the dividends of the times.
The money was earned, and the parents kept it.
On New Year's Eve, he squatted at the head of the kang and counted the money. He turned around and saw his mother holding a bowl of hot dumplings, his father cooking by the stove, and the three of them had a reunion dinner around the kang table.
Later, he stood at the top of China's business world, and tens of millions of people in the audience applauded.
Looking back at where we came from - it was just a small stall at the east end of the Chengguan Market on a cold morning.
