Millennium Look Back

In 2024, 42-year-old Lu Mingyuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Lujiazui World Financial Center. Under his feet was a business landscape with a market value of trillions, and behind him was an empty top-floor office. A sudden cardiac arrest brought him back to the midsummer of 2000 - three days before the college entrance examination results were released. Amidst the chirping of the seventeen-year-old cicadas, his mother was still cooking mung bean soup in the kitchen, and his father's 28-year-old bicycle was parked downstairs in the unit. All regrets had not yet been made up for, and all the outlets had just opened. There is no system, no powers, only twenty years of memory of the times and half a lifetime of experience in the ups and downs of the business world. He started from an ordinary high school in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, opened the door of Yanyuan School as a genius, laid out the track when the Internet wave was budding, built an industrial chain before the outbreak of consumer electronics, and laid the groundwork for the awakening of the cultural industry. Su Wanqing, the sister next door who grew up in a tailor shop in the alley, once protected him from all the wind and rain in the world by holding the hand of legal provisions; Lin Zhixia, a cold and aloof classmate, used formulas and codes to build a technical moat for him; Shen Mo Nong, a financial genius who returned from Wall Street, was both his enemy and friend in the sword and shadow of capital; Wen Ruan, a sensitive and delicate painting genius, retained all his unspoken tenderness with his brush. This is a review of time and a practice of choice. He walked through his youth again, not to recreate the success of his previous life, but to catch those hands that had slipped, hold on to those missed fireworks, and live as an ordinary person with warmth in the magnificent tide of the times.