Restart 2003: from School Beauty to a Tale of Two Cities

Jiang Chen woke up from his own poverty. When I opened my eyes, I was eighteen years old. I was studying by myself early in 2003, and the chalk tip hit my forehead accurately. One moment he was a diamond king with a net worth of over 100 million and died alone. The next moment he only had a crumpled fifty cents in his pocket. My best friend at the same table, Wang Zibo, smiled naively: "Brother Chen, I borrowed your "Legend" point card yesterday..." On the podium, class beauty Xiaoyuer turned back to glare at him, her ponytail drawing a bright arc, but there was a smile hidden in her eyes. Jiang Chen rubbed his forehead and looked at the flow of old-fashioned bicycles outside the window and the undemolished urban villages in the distance. He smiled. In this life, he wants to make money, have brothers, white moonlight and cinnabar moles... He wants both. Many years later, at a listed company celebration party, a reporter asked Mr. Jiang, the richest man, about the secret of his success. He swayed the champagne and looked at the audience - on the left sat the gentle and quiet president of the film and television company, Ms. Lin, and on the right was the bright and flamboyant Internet giant Mr. Xiao. "The secret?" "Probably never waste every heartbeat and the gift of every era." ---