Reborn in 2001: My First Pot of Braised Food at 23

At 46, he had end-stage liver cancer and died in a ten-square-meter rented room in a Shenzhen urban village.

When he opened his eyes again, it was September 11, 2001.

His cousin Zhao Lei slapped an agreement on the table. "Eighty thousand. Sell the recipe. Xianweiyuan is waiting for it."

Jiang Chen tore up the agreement.

He wheeled out the tricycle his grandfather had left him, set up the thirty-year-old iron pot of braising broth, and opened his first stall outside a school gate.

Zhao Lei laughed and called him crazy.

Later, Zhao Lei's shop had a line out the door, and he begged Jiang Chen to supply him.

Later still, Jiang Chen's supermarkets spread from one street to the next.

Meanwhile, Zhao Lei's Xianweiyuan shut down one store after another.

Starting with a street stall, building a supply network, opening supermarket chains, and reaching a trillion-yuan retail empire.

In this life, he won't work for anyone. He won't work for anyone. He won't work for anyone.