Su Xiao lived her thirty-nine years conscientiously. She never made mistakes in her manuscripts and never shied away from working overtime. In the end, her work was optimized, her savings were not saved, and the only call she received late at night was from home asking for money. She has been a financial reporter for eleven years and has written about how other people made their fortunes and turned around, but none of the stories were her own. She couldn't catch her breath, so she opened her eyes again. It was September 2005, in a university dormitory in Hangzhou. She was nineteen years old and only had 200 yuan of living expenses given by her parents.
She remembered that the stock market would rise to 6,000 points in 2006, that the land in Pudong would increase tenfold in five years, and that a small website called Taobao would eat up half of the retail industry. But she only remembered the result, not the process, and every key time and point was blurred. The prophet is not a sure-win trump card. Every bet is a real bet.
She has no capital, no identity, and no one believes her. She found a middleman who was rich and courageous but had no judgment, and exchanged the share for the first principal, betting on herself for the first time. From two hundred yuan to the first pot of gold, from being looked down upon to meeting her opponent, she gradually turned the borrowed prophet into her own vision and judgment.
When the familiar history was changed by her and the prophet failed little by little, she really faced the problem of whether she could still win without the memory of the future.
This time, she no longer needs to rely on others for her judgment. This time, she only won once for herself.
Intention: Real victory is to live as your own backer.