Back to the Millennium

He died suddenly at the age of 37 and woke up back to the age of 18 before the college entrance examination. His name was Lu Tao, and he died suddenly while working overtime. When I opened my eyes again, the chalk on the blackboard said "There are still 29 days until the college entrance examination." Rebirth is not cheating. He can't remember which day stocks rose or which year house prices doubled. He only has one thing - a middle-aged soul looking at the world of an 18-year-old. He looked at Zhao Yang and found that this guy was not only a poor talker, but also a natural business expert. He looks at his classmates and knows who will be able to handle technology, manage money, and turn over laws. He looked at the opportunity - everyone in the Internet cafe was playing CS, so he spent three days writing a plug-in and asked Zhao Yang to install it in one Internet cafe after another. From CS plug-ins to navigation pages, from SP text messages to legendary agents, from security guards to Weibo, from mobile payments to real estate - in twelve years, he built an Internet + real estate empire. But prophets fade. He could still remember many details in the first year, but the details became blurry as time went by, until only the general direction remained. Enemies are not designed, they are encountered naturally when doing something. The real crisis is not the opponent, but the prophet is inaccurate, the butterfly effect comes, and the choice starts to pay the price.