#Reborn in 1983: From Heartless Husband to Self-Made Tycoon
> Before Chen Feng breathed his last in the ICU, he saw his daughter tear up the inheritance papers for a fortune worth tens of billions.
> When he opened his eyes again, the earthen house was drafty, his wife was burning with fever and convulsing, and his daughter was curled up in a corner clutching four yuan and fifty-eight cents.
> Outside, his vicious grandmother screamed, "That sickly woman would be better off dead! Hand over the money so your younger brother can get married!"
> He smashed his wine gourd and used folk remedies to bring down his wife's fever, but his daughter bit his wrist. "Don't take the money that's keeping Mom alive!"
> This time, he walked for three days and three nights before sneaking aboard a green train bound for Guangzhou.
> Hidden in his underwear was his wife's silver earring, his eighteen-yuan start-up capital.
> When he made his first fortune as a trader, his grandmother brought people to smash up his braised-food stall. "The money belongs to the family home!"
> Chen Feng held up his business license. "Keep this up, and I'll send you to the station to keep Second Uncle company!"
> Years later, interviewed by CCTV, the richest man in the country, Chen Feng, clasped his wife's hand. "I was reborn not to become the richest man, but to get those four yuan and fifty-eight cents back."
> The camera zoomed in on the diamond ring on her ring finger, recast from the silver earring she had worn back then.