When Lin Zhixia opened his eyes, he was squatting in the dry toilet of the educated youth camp in northern Anhui in 1977.
Holding in her hand the People's Daily announcing the resumption of the college entrance examination, the girl squatting next door shouted to her: "Fell into the manure pit? The captain is going to blow the whistle!"
As a 33-year-old history professor who has just been diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor, she has the entire script for the next fifty years in her mind——
In which year will house prices rise, which stock will double a hundred times, and which port will become a special zone?
But now, she is just a female educated youth with eight dollars and sixty cents in her pocket and her eyes are turning black from hunger.
"The first outlet?" She wiped her face and smelled the mixed smell of manure and hope in the air, "Let me pass the college entrance examination first."
Later, the tide of time surged forward:
In 1979, when she made her first fortune by reselling jeans, her classmates were still memorizing "Das Kapital";
In 1988, when prices hit a new level, the daily necessities she had stocked up in advance were sold out. She turned her back to the camera when she appeared in the newspaper;
During the real estate boom in Hainan in 1992, she led her team to leave early, leaving behind the words "A gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall";
During the Wenchuan earthquake in 2008, she emptied all the warehouse supplies and shouted "Save the students first" even after her ribs were broken;
During the 2020 epidemic, she donated her mask production line, and in the video she scolded the manager who wanted to enrich the country while the country was suffering.
Everyone said that Mr. Lin had a ruthless vision and nailed every detail.
Only she knows that this is just a race against time.
Intention: personal struggle and the tide of the times