The System Forces Me to Suffer Through the Eighties

In his previous life, he was the son of the richest man. At 92, as he lay dying, he sighed, "Life was too easy. It wasn't any fun." Then the System kicked him back to 1987 in Beicheng, with three yuan and seventy cents in his pocket and half a hard steamed bun in his hand. Thus begins his underdog comeback: whatever he tries, he fails, and whatever he eats, he never gets enough.