Return to 95: Starting in the County

I'm dead. He died suddenly in a rented house at the age of forty, with a huge debt and no one to collect the body. Then I woke up. 1995, Eighteen years old. My mother is still cooking in the kitchen, my father is still working in the fertilizer factory, and my sister is still worrying about school fees. Nothing has changed. But I have changed. My mind contains all the memories of the next thirty years. I know which day the Shanghai Composite Index surges and which day it crashes. I know which stocks can increase tenfold or a hundredfold. I know when the Internet changes the world, when real estate takes off like crazy, which industries will rise and which giants will fall. I know everyone's ending. Including myself - the ending of the useless loser Zhang Cheng in my previous life. This life? Doesn't exist. From selling mimeographed materials to making the first pot of gold, the market doubled overnight on May 18. From a poor student in a small county town to a trader standing at the forefront of the times. Wealth, status, beauty - everything that was out of reach in the previous life, can be taken back in this life. In 1995, the curtain opened. This time, I'm not the audience.