Rebirth: Start with NIKE

Fate is never fair - some people are born in Rome, others are born as cows and horses. But in the sea breeze of Hong Kong in 1983, someone could always carve the tracks of the oxcart into a trajectory leading to the Arc de Triomphe. When Nike was trembling on the edge of bankruptcy, the young man who walked out of the Kowloon Walled City used a Michael Jordan contract to put the swoosh on the top of Mount Olympus in the astonished reflection of Phil Knight's lenses. In the Chicago Bulls locker room, the truncated jerseys silently complained about the dynasty of another time and space - the "Sirius" entrance song that should have been ringing there has now become New York's victory horn. What kind of regret will be reflected on the glass curtain wall of the Apple headquarters where Steve Jobs slammed the door twenty years later? When the acquired Macintosh evolved into a completely unfamiliar form, the Silicon Valley prophet finally understood that the boy who assembled knockoff radios at the pier of Victoria Harbor had already used the oriental mortise and tenon structure to reconstruct the dome of the entire technological civilization.