Reborn in 2001: Starting With the New Concept Essay Contest

The protagonist is more calculating and less sincere. The protagonist's mood was too stable in the early stage, and I didn't feel passionate about it.

The AI ​​taste is too strong. I need to revise the dialogue and make it more colloquial. The text is too stiff. Also, if it is not the most awesome middle school and one of its students has been recommended, he will definitely be a treasure.

I have recently modified the previous content, I hope everyone can bring it into higher and better

Is this grafting Justin Sun's life to 2001? This kind of scum has no sense of empathy.

My name is Sun Yao, the Yao of the sun. I was a leek cutter in my last life. Although I think my name is very good, including the sun, I have always felt that my life should be as dazzling as the sun. But very few people call me by my name. They usually call me Sun Ge. In terms of business results, I have been very successful in my life. I always travel with a group of bodyguards and live in a high-end apartment in Manhattan. The floor-to-ceiling windows show the beautiful night view and blooming flowers. Unfortunately, I cannot exchange money. The end of my glorious life was also in that apartment. Several men in black used a very painful physical torture to get me to hand over the key. The moment I fell on the blood-stained wool carpet, I realized one thing - In my life, I have harvested countless people, and in the end I was harvested with a knife. It's so ridiculous and ridiculous. When I opened my eyes, it was 2001, the third year of high school, Huizhou. I was woken up by an angry Chinese teacher who hit me with half a piece of chalk. There was also an indentation on my face from the "Grudge" magazine. There was a piece of paper spread out on the table, which was filled with my summary of the award-winning essay on New Concepts. If I do it again, I will never be a sickle again. Harvesting other people's money will eventually be returned in another form, and you will also pay the price with your life. This time, I want to build a ship, steer it myself, and make my own rules. If you can, take down the dock. The first thing I did was to give myself a fever in exchange for three days of vacation to study the judges' preferences for the new concept essay competition. The second thing is to win first prize, go to a prestigious school, and then when everyone thinks I will publish a collection of essays while it is still hot, I will come up with a study notebook for middle school students. The teacher said: "How much money can you make by writing a book?" I said: "It's not much money. But it can make hundreds of millions of people feel that this place is talking about me." The teacher gets the share, the principal gets the honor, the author gets the traffic, and the users get the emotion. Everyone feels that they have earned something. As for me? I took the rules. I have no money, so I publish a book and ask the teacher and principal to help me promote it. If you have money, give it out and let them push harder. Many years later, my website has become the largest content empire. Everyone was blown away - how could the most conscientious founder, the most ruthless traffic operator, the most honorable tycoon, and the cleanest businessman be the same person? They don't know that on the night I died in Manhattan, I was the most popular search topic, with 530 million reads and over a million discussions. But no one paid. Being seen is a business. In my previous life I let everyone be seen and then failed them. In this life, I let everyone be seen, and then - catch them. I build the boat, I take the dock, and I set the rules. This time, I won't fall on the wool carpet. Financial games will also be involved in the later stages. Introduction 1 or 2, which one is better?

For people who have died once, what they fear most is not that they have no money, but that no one will give them money again. Sun Yao, a traffic trader in his previous life, died in a Manhattan apartment. Hot searches were still rising, with only 7.56 Million left in his account. After a lifetime of cutting, even the coffin was placed by someone else. When he was reborn in 2001, he did not engage in web3, short selling, or finance. Winning the first prize for new concepts, participating in independent enrollment, obtaining an admission quota, studying hard, taking the college entrance examination, and then he did something that no one could understand: he wrote a study note for middle school students, and built a broken website that allowed young people to speak anonymously, publish content, and interact with each other based on their interests. "Are you crazy? Who do you sell this kind of book to?" "Not everyone is at the top of the mountain." Sun Yao said, "There are many people in the world who walk from the top to the mountainside. My book is prepared for these people." The teacher gets the share, the principal gets the honor, Sun Yao gets the traffic, and the users get the emotion. Everyone feels that they have made a profit. As for him? He took the rules. Run out of money? Publish a book and ask teachers and principals to help you recommend it. Are you rich? Spread out and let them push harder. Many years later, his website vest was exposed by the media, and everyone was shocked - how could the most conscientious content godfather, the most ruthless traffic operator, the most honorable tycoon, and the cleanest founder be the same person? And this is just the tip of the iceberg. He builds the platform, he sets the rules, he allows people to be seen, and he also makes people unable to see that they are being calculated. He died in Manhattan and was reborn in Huizhou. He said: "Being seen is a business. In this life, I plan to make it cleaner, slower and more stable." Financial games may also be involved in the later stage.