Reborn in 1985: From Collecting Monkey Stamps to Becoming a Tycoon

I wake up reborn in 1985! Looking at the yellowed calendar on the wall, Lin Mo grins, baring wolfish teeth. The monkey-stamp craze hasn't even started, and Pengcheng is still a shabby fishing village. Gold is everywhere, and I want it all! A loser in my past life? This life, I'm starting with a royal flush! I trade in monkey stamps and pocket my first fortune with ease! Bell-bottoms wholesale? I'll set off a nationwide fashion craze! While the bookworms in my class are still chewing over math problems, I've got a certificate proving I'm a ten-thousand-yuan household tucked in my pocket. I slap it on the teacher's desk and make them all eat their words! The 1992 subscription certificate frenzy? I stocked up on a thousand in advance! Overnight, tens of millions in cash fill my house. All of Shanghai is asking: Who is that mysterious young man who got rich overnight? The internet bubble? Wall Street's big party? I've already quietly laid a vast, inescapable trap! When the bells of the new millennium ring, headlines around the world explode: “Mysterious Chinese tycoon lays waste to Wall Street!” Countless financial moguls go bankrupt overnight, and cries of despair fill the streets! My childhood friend holds up the newspaper, his hands shaking like he has Parkinson's, his voice trembling. “Mo... Brother Mo! Back then, when you said you were going to be the richest man in the world... I... I thought you were full of it...” Lin Mo stands before the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows atop Victoria Harbour, gazing down at neon lights glittering like a river of stars. He swirls the red wine in his glass, the corner of his mouth curving in a look of utter dominion: “This is only the beginning. I've only just made my first move on the world's chessboard!”