Getting Rich as a Coal Miner in the 1990S

Money can't solve everything, but it can solve ninety-nine percent of the world's problems. Hu Shengnan transmigrated into a book as the only child in the Hu family, born under the family planning policy and sharing the original's name. Her parents loved her, but everyone else in the Hu family despised her. When she arrived, her father had been dead for three days after a mining accident, her mother had been hospitalized from grief, and the coal mine owner didn't want to pay the hefty compensation. He was trying to trick the eighteen-year-old original into taking over a worthless coal mine that produced nothing but coal cinders as payment for the debt. Hu Shengnan's little hands trembled as she laughed inwardly. Coming from the future, she knew how famous this barren, dilapidated mine would become, and how staggering its annual output would be. She was going to be a coal tycoon, a first-generation coal millionaire! Ever since she became rich, people kept coming to show off in front of her. A child of a family that had received compensation for demolished property bragged about how many houses they owned, saying that collecting rent alone could take them to the pinnacle of life and make them a winner. Hu Shengnan: If your dad marries a stepmother, none of those houses will have anything to do with you. The demolition-compensation kid left with a gloomy expression. A rich kid in designer clothes looked down arrogantly at Hu Shengnan, despising the vulgar smell of money that clung to the nouveau riche. Hu Shengnan: If your dad marries a stepmother, none of your family's fortune will have anything to do with you. The rich kid left, face pale. Every other sort of second-generation rich kid who dared to show off in front of Hu Shengnan left looking just as miserable. [A satisfying face-slapping story, coming soon] Theme: Work hard and live a happy, fulfilling life.