Shen Hui

Thirty-five years old, forty-seven yuan and three cents. This was Ji Yiheng's last total net worth in his previous life. Bankruptcy, debt, being chased by debt collectors, an empty refrigerator in the rental house, and the last meal was twelve yuan worth of fried rice. He squatted at the door of the community and slowly slid to the ground, his consciousness returning to zero. Open your eyes again, January 2010, Jiangxia University dormitory. Bunk bed with iron frame, Nokia mobile phone, two hundred and seventeen and a half dollars in my pocket. He returned to the age of nineteen with all his memories of the next sixteen years. He knew that Bitcoin would go from two cents to 126,000. He knew that A-shares would skyrocket in 2015, with Quantong Education 35 times and Teli A 10 times. He knows that short videos will devour everything and AI will subvert the world. He also knows that some people cannot be trusted and some feelings cannot be touched. In his previous life, a woman asked him to increase leverage, cut off her flesh, and transfer money, again and again, until there was nothing left. He thought it was love, but in the end he realized that he was just the one who was easier to deceive. In this life, he exchanged 216 yuan for 10,000 Bitcoins, then stood still and waited for three years. In the past three years, he repaired computers, built websites, and built a team. He glanced at the girls in the library tiptoeing to reach books from a distance, then turned and walked into the cold January wind. This is the story of a man who has gone through thirty-five years of detours and lives anew. There is no golden finger, there is no one step to reach the sky. There is only poor information, only cognitive crushing, and only tolerance and patience. From forty-seven and thirty cents to a business empire, it took him two lifetimes to complete this journey.