Reborn in 70, I Want to Help My Father Clear His Name.

In the previous life, when Su Zhao rescued a child who fell into the water, Chen Yan held her cold hand and shouted hoarsely. In this life, he blocked the girl with braided braids at the door of the County No. 1 Middle School: "Zhaozhao, don't go to the temple fair with your mother this Qingming Festival." She widened her eyes: "How did you know my mother was going to take me?" He didn't answer, turned around and went into the scrapyard - he spent 5 yuan to pick up an old clock that could be sold for 80,000 yuan in the future. Then he squatted by the river and bargained with the old farmer: "I'll keep this barren slope for 30 years, five yuan a year." The old farmer laughed at him, but he didn't know that what he wanted to grow were sugar oranges that would be sold at a high price in future generations, and to raise long-haired rabbits, whose fur could be exported for foreign exchange. Later, Su Zhao gasped as he flipped through his account books: "How did you know that township enterprises could be approved in 1984? How did you know that you could make money by buying stocks in 1992?" He lowered his head and straightened her braids: "Because in the last life, I watched you die." Later, their "Yanzhao Group" spanned agriculture, technology, and education; his mother spent her old age in the group's hospital, and her sister became the head of the group's charity foundation; Su Zhao stood beside him in a haute couture suit, pointing at the reporters in the audience and laughing: "They always ask us how to seize the opportunity, but actually..." She shook the ring on her ring finger, "Because there are people who have made all the regrets of forty years come to this day." ——To live my life again, I not only want to stand in the wind, but also want to protect the person I love most firmly in the wind.