Reborn: Starting Out by Contracting a Pig Slaughterhouse

Back then, some people did contract state-owned or collectively-owned factories, but in most cases, the companies made money, the contractors were fired, and they couldn't outmaneuver the bureaucrats. But it wasn't a bad deal either; these people broadened their horizons, built connections, and gained experience. Even though they left, they still made money, starting from a higher point.

I just don't understand why someone would harass that female reporter. It's disgusting. He was at least the owner of a listed company in his past life; would he really harass a reporter during an interview, especially with government officials present? Regardless of his private life, such irresponsible harassment of a female reporter in such a formal setting is truly disgusting.

I was already a bit distracted after reading just the first chapter. A net worth of hundreds of billions? No industry could possibly still consider someone a newly rich tycoon. Even a novel should have basic logic, right?

This book is written like a horse racing story. You donated 5000 yuan in the 1980s? What does 5000 yuan even mean? And you're always talking about 100,000 or hundreds of thousands of yuan? You think you can make a fortune selling pork in a rural village? That's utter bullshit!

The protagonist acts like a grandson; the business world is like a battlefield; he doesn't seize opportunities when he can, and spends all his time helping others get rich; if this protagonist could get rich, dogs would fly.

What's wrong with authors these days? Why do they all like keeping other people's wives and children?

Every time the protagonist helps his family or gives them favors, it feels like he's begging them; it's so frustrating to watch.

In general, the better a contracted enterprise performs, the less likely it is to be privatized. Only those that bankrupt their factories have a chance to be privatized during reforms. For example, a dilapidated garment factory with only 10 machines—you contract it, make money, and then there's nothing wrong with sharing the profits. Some might even reinvest and continue sharing the profits.

Those who can afford to slaughter pigs are either rich kids or gangsters.

The protagonist started his pig farm and contracted a slaughterhouse. Didn't he know that eating dozens of pig brains every day would somehow nourish his brain?