Reborn in 1992: Escaping Poverty Through Logistics

Logistics was so chaotic back then, and it took a lot of hard work to seize land.

Either have a single female protagonist or have a harem. Don't have a bunch of ambiguities about this and hook ups about that. Then one or two hundred chapters passed and not a single chapter was reached.

Just follow the standard of selling fish and becoming a big boss. Barbarism was the mainstream in that era, and there was no such thing as quiet time.

In the early days of online ride-hailing, taxis were, to put it bluntly, black taxis. Group fights with taxi drivers were common, and group incidents occurred frequently. The early logistics was the same. It was all contracted by the underworld and relied on fists to conquer the world. If you don't have a direct connection to the sea in this industry, you will get in as soon as you crack down on crime and eliminate evil.

It's true that a dog can't change his habit of eating shit. In his last life, he was addicted to poker and drowned his nephew. Now, in this life, he will become addicted to cigarettes again?

JD Logistics' biggest asset is its logistics parks. Are you telling me that you don't engage in real estate? ? ?

In those days, no big family could do this, and evil intentions and ruthlessness were secondary.

This is a story about conforming to the trend of the times during the reform trend of the 1990s. The author is a semi-cute person who wants to tell the story of a group of individuals in the tide of reform. They are farmers, workers, public servants, and veterans. This is a story about development, family, and human nature. I implore all handsome and wealthy readers, if you can't stand it, use your little hands to make a fortune. One of your collections is the greatest support; a follow-up reading will make me shed tears. Finally, I wish you all a fortune every day and a fortune every night; family harmony and good health.

The logistics industry in the 1990s was difficult to write about. If it is not written thoroughly, it will not read well; if it is written thoroughly, the book will be over immediately.

About ten years ago, in a small factory in Zhejiang, more than a dozen people in a car were all from Nayong, Guizhou. I was only from Jiangxi, but it was quite fun. I often played upgrades late at night without paying, and often went out to eat. You have a hot pot over there. You can deep-fry potatoes and eat them with your Guizhou chili powder. The taste is very delicious. The people there are still very nice.