As soon as I opened my eyes, I was sitting on a tricycle selling tapes, traveling back to the streets of the 1980s. There were two losers next to me, one of whom wanted to sell treasury bills and the other wanted to set up a video studio, but they couldn't scrape together ten yuan in their pockets. I looked down and saw the copy of "The Moon Represents My Heart" in the compartment of my car. On the cover was a face that had not yet become popular in Asia.
